Unknown stories. Unknown times. Colliding worlds.
And apologies for saying fuck.
All of 21, and trudging through on the shortcut to materialistic fulfillment by being a last minute enlistee to the ranks of would be engineers- textbooks, gears and dials, and latte enemas in faithful followup.
I write sparsely, and haven’t been featured in any magazine your intellectual uncle might have read, yet.
Always open for a harsher critique, or the tenth rewrite, and any ideas that might alight on my palate like peanuts.
In case you wanna stalk me for my often offensive content, which by the way, I’ll pass on as my bleak attempts at humor, you can get a fuller roundup about me on Facebook.
In case you want to mock my attempts at selfies, in which case you’ll be disappointed because I’ve never taken one, look me up on Instagram as hungoverhamlet.
Happy Reading, Everyone.