When I was a kid, maybe three, I nearly took my finger off when it snagged on the jagged metal edge of a tin of baked beans my mom had opened and told me not to eat.
Twenty four years on, not much has changed. I never learned to take good advice, I chose instead to piss caution into the wind, and because of that I’ve made so many mistakes, I could write an encyclopaedia on How To Fuck Shit Up.
But I chose to write this blog instead, it’s my attempt at finding my voice as an aspiring writer and sharing some of my life with you, a bunch of complete strangers. I hope it brings you as much joy reading it as it has for me writing it.
Keep on truckin’ ;)
Oh, and if you’re trying to get a hold of me / give me free shit I’m at firstname.lastname@example.org.