“The pain prepares you for life!” She had heard this fallacy so often, it had become truth. But the alleged honor did nothing to alleviate her terror. Two of her friends had already undergone the ritual and it had transformed them. Never again had she seen them laugh, and their agonized faces crumbled a little more each day.
He wanted to take her and her stupid manuscript and shoot them both to the moon, never to see her again!
Severin Roosmeer couldn’t believe his eyes. Moonbeam was at his door. At first, he took her police uniform for the real thing, but a second look told him only the cap and leather boots were authentic – the rest was painted on her naked body.
She laughed and stumbled drunkenly into the foyer, leaning heavily on him to keep from falling.
Every time I watch the Charles Bukowksi documentary "Born into this" I think:
What if I'd not studied chemistry but lived as a writing digital nomad? What if I learned guitar at a young age? What if I had parents who were writers? Would I have become a writing hobo and died early?