I came into the literary world still selling XOs and speed while living out of my car, tweaked-out writing abstract fever dreams and sexually violent dystopian shit (the most brutal of which went unpublished and will forever only exist as a memento on an external hard drive). It was through conversations with J. David Osborne during the beginnings of Brβ¦
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