by Kenneth Clay
My father and I used to always be at each other’s throats. We’d scream and argue all the time and we’d never treat each other well. Because of this, I mentioned a line about this in my Soft White Underbelly interview a year-and-a-half ago and it...
by Kenneth Clay
I have psychotic depression. It’s not that I’m suicidal or hearing voices constantly. In fact, I’m happy and have a lot of good in my life. i just struggle sometimes. It feels like I mainly deal with the “negative symptoms” of...
by Kenneth Clay
I fucking hate absinthe. Terrible, terrible, high. If you drink too much. I had some the night before and rather enjoyed it. But it was just a quarter shot. The next night I drank a quarter and realized it wasn’t enough to hallucinate. You never try to...
by Kenneth Clay
On the 27th, I’m flying out to Colorado. I’m seeing King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard live with a friend and we will be tripping. I’m also staying there to work backbreaking labor for nineteen-an-hour. The plan is to, basically, gameify the amount...
by Kenneth Clay
Finished the second draft of How To Go Back in Time – Book One. Also currently arguing with my publisher over whether or not to send letters with sex jokes in them to early copy reviewers. Kallisti Publishing is the way! As it stands right now, I’ve built...
by Kenneth Clay
So… I think I may actually not be shouting into the void. I got recognized in public the other day. I was doing Walmart grocery deliveries with a buddy. We pulled up to this one house, and this kid my age went, “You’re Kenneth. Right?” And...
