…pity those who live without lager”
And I’ll damn well fight anyone who disagrees with me.
A washed-up, burnt-out has-been.
Or are we?
“I used to have a horrible gambling problem, but I wager I’ll never gamble again.”
“How are you my lovely?” K lovingly asked as I sat editing my latest story.
“I’m literary exhausted,” I replied.
Together we can challenge the stigma.
Making pour decisions while under the influence.
In a very short space of time, writing has become an integral part of my life. In no uncertain terms, it’s saved my life.
Is there even a funny side to being a psychiatric nurse?