by on January 22, 2018
Here's a little tidbit from my first novel, D-E-D, DEAD. I wake up on the couch, feeling like someone beat me with a baseball bat. After I finished my tale, Ken­neth kept us up until almost sunrise, asking questions while we tied into the JD. The Jack and RCs, combined with the late hours and too much food, have me feeling like shit. Then I remember the events of the previous day, and I spring to my feet. Bad idea: things get kinda spinny for a minute or two. I sit back down, fighting the urg...
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