: About Me

I'm a man who has elevated procrastination to a science and would like to remedy the disease. So I write. I believe that our society has lost all common sense embodied in the warning "Do not look into laser with remaining eye".

I am 52 years old, married 29 years and have two sons. I've failed more tests than I've ever passed and consider myself one of God's retarded children on whom He's had much mercy. I am a human starfish whose limbs have been cut off but have grown back to make the salable appearance of a man. I've wasted more time than I've ever used wisely. I survive because I've learned to laugh, not take things as seriously as people insist I do, and don't see myself as captain of my fate when my buffoon's track record is too long to hide.

I believe that anyone who hasn't sat through at least 1000 hours of the original Looney Tunes has no idea what life is about. To me writing is a sacred chore that is only worthwhile when passionate and sincere.

My passion is ...

writing

I know too much about ...

Being selfish

My parents always told me ...

Have your own mind

My childhood ambition ...

To be a scientist

My favorite memory ...

Visiting my son in San Antonio, Texas

Why I write ...

It's the only way I can turn inside out.

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

Who comes up with these questions?

My first job ...

Who cares?

My best moment ...

Whenever I forget myself

My inspiration ...

Harlan Ellison, Jimi Hendrix, Thomas Merton, starry skies

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Hard lessons

14 of 25

Heavenly Torque Exponential dread overtook Marlon Diogenes Morris as he listlessly thumbed the remote. A cumulative dread, this rote act segued into an unanticipated tipping point. Once again he'd come home spent from the job he resented, washed up on the beach of his couch with only enough energy left to contemplate how the job robbed him of enjoying his evenings. Searching for something edifying on television he instead found himself channel surfing televised waves of emptiness. The same commercials replayed daily with metronome mindlessness, onslaughts of maddeningly metastasized kitsch...

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