I’m a writer. Whether I am a good one or a great one or a really shitty one is up to you to decide. Sometimes, I paint masterpieces with words. Other times, the words don’t quite make it to paradise, and lie awkwardly in the dirt. For the most part I am anonymous here, but I will say:
You can call me S.J. I’m young enough that if you touch me you will go to prison for statutory rape. And I live in the pit of hell people fondly call Arizona. I sleep among the tumbleweeds out beyond the saguaros. Ask for me around the local neighborhood- I’m sure the owls will be willing to point you in the right direction.
Oh, and P.S. For those who’ve read a lot of me, many of you know him (my special someone) as Max. Of course, that’s not his real name, but that is his pet name for purposes here.
**If I’ve left any gaps, feel free to get to know me via ask. :)
