he was a wrioter now  

when he was younger conceived of himself as a writer he didnt pay attention to what people thought of himwhat they thought wasnt worth a horses ass

all bets were off when he became a wrioter

                                              then he could care lessgive a fuck it was unmitigated elation  balls out fantasy truth and corruption

                               an it was about time corruption enjoyed a bright positive light bent or twist

                                                                                                              because prior he had sought to hurt corruption by any means at his disposal unfortunately to date that meant physical punishments an his fisthis broken fingers and knuckles were beginning to protest

hed always been slow on the uptake Yew got a hard head his Maw would say he was getting it

                                                                                                       overuse a muscle or any physical article an it comes back on ya an sometimes more grim than yahad employed it

he was a convalescing wrioter he hadnt been that before

he wondered what it would be like

what his mind would make of it

                                     not that hed mind

1731,  Sunday,  18 7. 20

1022,  Monday,  20  7. 20