I had this idea that hell is a permanent tour of duty populating other people’s dreams. for example, the tracksuit clad nonentity I once chased down the street with a brick. when you’re in hell you pretty much have to wear whatever they tell you. I have a feeling this may happen to me, but for the time being, I am a poet, musician, and railroad clerk living in West Virginia. for snips and snots, check out the AV page.
thanks for dropping by,
(foto by Josh Wanstreet)