Hmmm... mostly short chapters so far. No surprise there. I'm not known for my staying power. Not with regard to my writing. Nor with anything else. Not even my life. I'm only 38, for fuck's sake. I might see 39, if I'm... I'm not sure what luck really has to do with any of this. The concept seems to come up a lot though when you're dying.
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Man Of Few Words
General FictionOne man's painful yet funny search for meaning in a life about to be cut short. Cancer has made David Alexander's whole existence suddenly seem worthless. But is it?
