I’m mostly just talking to myself. I’ve got like BOXES of journals and diaries stashed in my storage locker. Hundreds and hundreds of these spiral notebooks full of page after page of scribbled gibberish (in cursive) that I felt a need to write down with a pen onto paper. None of which has ever been read by anyone else. And wasn’t meant to be read by anybody else. I just wrote it for myself. Because I had a need to try and hear and understand what I was thinking and feeling at the time.
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Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order. View all posts by Ace Backwords