I guess this would be me carefully deflowering the “writing” section of the new and improved PottyboyDOTcom I guess I can’t help but accept the fact that I have been “writing” for a while. I use the term loosely as anyone who writes knows how it comes and goes. More a hobby than a craft as it remains a crude yet effective medium by which to express ones self. I never really shared much of my writing with anyone other than those which I deemed immediately close to me as I guess much like any other “writer” I feared rejection and criticism. So here we go the first in what hopefully becomes a long running collection of short stories. Feel free to praise me or feel free to rape me.

The story is called “Mortar & Pestle” I can’t exactly recall when I wrote this but I believe it to be circa 2005. If someone were to ask me “What’s it about?” I’d have a hard time answering so I’m going to attempt it now. Suicide, Failed Relationships, Charles Darwin, Pharmaceuticals, High Grossing Movies That Suck, and Exotic Birds. So bust out your glasses clear your throat and read it aloud to your dying Great Grandma. Here goes Dooshes:

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