Written when the author was in his late teens and early twenties, the poems, stories and assorted mad ramblings you will find here were scribbled on scraps of paper and bar napkins in the wee hours of morning. God, existence, sex and identity dominate the desperate writings of a young man struggling to make sense of the world.
Sometimes I write stuff down. Sometimes I film things. I absolutely love life but one day I will die...and so will you. None of us knows what happens after that. To me, art comes from the known unknowing.