Here is a peek behind the writing of a very short story about relationships.

Opening myself to the people that are suppose to know me the best but I can see they really have no clue who I am as a person. For the people around its easier for them to pretend to know me than excaulty getting to know and that would require talking to me. something I guess they are not ready to do or might never do because they simply dont care to know me.

Murder at Venice Beach.

An ode to Jim Morrison.