half of all i did ended with someone else’s song on my lips and a bottle of jack in my hands. hemingway went fisherman mad in the end. old man and the sea. im american too and write my own life down. not all that well traveled and gave up on dionysus. my rebirth wasn’t pretty. i sing my own sad songs to a can of orangina. fall for pulp and fiction. author, editor, publisher, marketer, designer. that’s my bottleneck now. i cannot give a damn if they like it. I put my heart and soul in it anyway.