born from my brain..

I fell off the side of the Earth. My toes had dangled over the edge, but shaking with anticipation, my sweat reeking of the beer from the night before, I fell. The gravity caused the air to blow through the hair on my arms and I never once thought I was flying. I remembered a hallow conversation, my best friend John and my mother trading stories from their lives which no author would turn into a book. That was the night that they agreed that a gigantic shit was better than bad sex.



this is the beginning to my new short story...