Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

Clank. Clank. Clank. Tiny explosions in the sky. Formidable foes. Let’s take a drink. Where was I? Telling a story. Feeling odd about growing old. I’m counting the days until my 28th birthday. An even number, goody. Excuse me while I figure out what I’m supposed to have accomplished at this age. I’m failing at life, that …

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