
John asked if the Eric in the story below was the same as my other short story. In the shower, where I always feel the most ambitious, I realized that maybe it was.
And maybe... just maybe, I could write a novel about him.
So...
Shit.
God grants but one life, and that itself a gift. What do we do now?
1 comment:
I am the Leo to your Jed Bartlett.
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