I was gonna title it “Happy New Year, Motherf***ers!” to really just get the point across up at the top, but instead I’m saying it just below the title as a loophole to an etiquette rule I guess I made up.
That said…that’s it. Happy New Year, y’all. Get out there, do some stuff, enjoy yourselves, and hit life with the tenacity it takes to bite the ass off a bear.
An emerging author from Northern California, fiction's my first love. I've written everything from bone-chilling horror to science fiction misadventures, bellyaching humor to thrilling fantasy, and every colorful dot in between.
I've been lost in Europe, been a 6' 4” glorified street acrobat, /technically/ transported explosives internationally (just that one time), and DJ'd a wedding or two. Now I get to write a bunch of squiggles.
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