Prick

Prick is my first book started for National Novel Writing Month finished later. To be quite honest it is a sort of low brow piece of meta-fiction as in the subject or topic of the book is the book's writing and the book is simply my day to day: written often in the food court of a dying mall where silver haired people ate cheeseburgers with glazed over eyes; typed late into the night after getting home late from work after a day of literary theory and cleaning up junk at the behest of managers with hooves just so Santa and his unholy denizens of hell will return to help our year end sales; written at a time when I really didn't have any friends just one self-professed degenerate drinking whiskey while I drank iced tea; written over the years where I would feel compelled by women but my past my diagnosis my economic status and my morbid introversion just left me tongue tied with my wishes my longings in mute chaos as I would pepper my book with descriptions of porn scenes.