Chapin City Blues

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

Jenny

  • A Post about Jenny, Issues with Heavy Ink, and Deep State

    Go figure the first post I make in 2015 will deal about books—namely comic books. I’ll try to make this post about Jenny, too. About how I wish she were sitting next to me at the moment, playing with my hair as I type these words. I started a journal for Jenny. Handwritten, of course. Continue reading

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  • So I Met This Girl…

    In the most unconventional conventional ways, Jenny came into my life when I wasn’t paying attention. We’re victims of circumstance. A game neither of us were set to win. And maybe we were what we needed for the moment. While it pains me to know that she’s leaving, I have to learn that my selfish Continue reading

  • Micro Updates

    I’m just not feeling it lately. Writing. Reading. Watching movies. It’s November Brovember and I still haven’t watched that many bromantic flicks. Reading is becoming a chore. Writing is riddled with road blocks. I sit in my room just contemplating the next step and I’m drawing blanks. And it’s not depression because the last few Continue reading

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