And We Lose Respect So Fast.

I'm feeling accomplished because for the first time in a while I was able to sit down and really write.

In light of my recent study of the literary Brat Pack, I decided it was time to expose my own world, hidden behind the mask of fiction: our regression to decades past, the apologies we carve into our arms, the comforting myths of gods and last resorts, the nonchalant drug addictions, undefinable loves, the faith without the practice, the beautiful lies we spend our whole lives painting, the irony and symbols we string 'round our necks for the world to see, the way we throw everything we are and more at the people we meet, thinking that someone out there must be looking to take a chance too.