I’m writing a book, its taking its time and I’m making slow progress.

Untitled Prologue It was a dark, foggy night, the air smelled of urine and illicit substances, but that was the usual for this part of town it was the bad side, the side where people got drunk and murders took place. But it was the side of town where no one cared; the guard would… Continue reading I’m writing a book, its taking its time and I’m making slow progress.