: About Me

First year college student.
I make music, write what I can, and generally enjoy creating.
Find out more by reading an article or seven.

My passion is ...

Music.

I know too much about ...

Nothing.

My childhood ambition ...

Build spacecraft.

My favorite memory ...

Being young.

Why I write ...

I have to.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

My environment.

My first job ...

Subway Sandwich Artist.

My best moment ...

Playing to thousands at the Worcestor Palladium.

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Loneliness

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Sometimes there's nothing like a huge bowl of mashed potatoes and a giant glass of milk, both big enough to drown in. Sometimes everything tastes the same, and sometimes everything tastes like copper, or maybe blood. David was used to disappointment by now but he saved his sorrow for the really bad days. He at least respected his body enough to stay away from the normal teenage outlets. Some kids opened up their arms and showed them to the world, and not to give everyone a friendly hug. Some kids drank, but that stuff made him sick anyway; just the thought of it made his heart curl and sul...

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