Reality has never been my strong suit. I’ve always been much better at fiction. I briefly sojourned into reality after college before being expelled like a rejected coin from a vending machine.
I have lived my best life as a rejected coin for the last year and it’s the happiest I’ve ever been. Moral of the story: why live with junk food when you can be a lucky penny?
Now, I spend most of my time creating worlds in my head, laughing when I remember that Disney turned us all on (pun-intended) to hypnosis with the Jungle Book, and writing about the various ways men might humiliate themselves under hypnosis.
I am a full-time writer trying to support myself so if you are so inclined, please hit me up for commissions and if you like what you read here, please let me know! I love reading the comments :)