This will be a random collection of stories whose nonsensical ordination will defy the way they link together with the precision of Swiss made gears.
The focus, sadly, will be me. As will all the blood, humiliation, shots to the groin and various methods in which I've narrowly escaped death despite being my own worst enemy.
And that is life, funnily enough. Some suffer from an anorexia of events or stories. Others have stuffed themselves at this crazy buffet till they're brimming. At times I feel like the latter. I claim no hold on the authorial vice. Just writing shit down so I don't forget.
