I've kept a personal journal for a long time. It covers the past eight years, I'd say. I actually sent it out to quite a few publishers. And was rejected by all. All but one. When I called, the cunt I talked to told me what I sent in was 'under secondary review'. Whatever the fuck that means.

It's a journal, but it reads like a collection of short stories.
I'll share one of my favorites with you. Tell me how much you dislike it.
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