"I wash my hands of this preposterous competition —
upon sanity, it wages a war of attrition!
I've swore to quit cold-turkey,
my wits gone dry as jerky!"
To hear me say that, I'd wager you're wishin'.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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