"Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves.
Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you've got an audience."
—Diogenes the Cynic
I write to entertain. Although I'd like readers to find some kind of personal connection to my stories and/or poems (and especially my characters), it is first the reader's duty to enjoy, laugh, snicker, boo, and on rare occasions—though I doubt it—cry while reading. So you are forewarned—in order to tolerate my stories, you must put up with being forced to emote. But in order to actually like my stories, you must put up with a few characters' bouts of insanity. And a shimmy or two, of course.
Oh. Yeah. And I can't stand dumbasses. Don't read my shit if you're one of those.
You do not want to fuck with me. If you steal any of my shit, my virtual foot will ram so far up your virtual ass, you'll be reduced to a sobbing, blubbering fool when I get done with you.
Stories that have mentally unstable characters who love to verbally spar with each other are of the awesome.
I don't go to high school. That's why I don't update often.
.McQuinn.
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In recent news...
I got published in Teen Ink, which I had submitted to a long, long time ago. Rate my work, why don't you: The Non-Sticking Mind
The Raccoon Wars has won Judge's Pick in the "Best Awkward Moment" (most embarrassing moment) category at the Some Kind of Wonderful Awards. It's an honor! Link: Some Kind of Wonderful Awards
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