Chapin City Blues

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

I don’t think I can even begin to explain what’s going on here. The first one is confusing enough, and I feel the second is some sort of trap. Or maybe I should be phoning the FBI as we speak and send that information to them. I’m just hoping it’s a case of English-as-third-language. Moving. …

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Have I mentioned how much I hated Fifty Shades of Grey? How I find that it bastardized the erotica genre with its poorly written passages and introducing the worse narrator I’ve ever met? It made Twelve read like Hemingway. Yet somehow the mass majority of people were tricked into thinking they were reading something authentic. …

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