The Condo

This is a story of love, heartbreak, and tragic loss. The Fool and Death cross paths. The writings inside this book follow the tales of a young man, maybe someone like yourself. Someone trying to navigate Death, and God, and the Devil. Encounter allusions, false names, and stretched realities just beyond what actually is. Understand what you come across as presently happening outside of time because even authenticity contains voids, and there are truths we crave in that fiction where fear and fantasy coexist. SUMMARY Stamping blurbs and bits in lost notebooks and sketch dumps from years ago. Your seventh grade teacher. Your twenties. The same words you used in your youth. The things you draw now. The things you drew then. Call on yourself when you stare at your phone in your smoking car. I did not sit down with the intention to write, not for this book anyway. I think I just do that in the way I talk, the people I surround myself with, and the times that I believe need documenting. This book is the transformation of timelines, the houses that stand erected in your realm, the intertwined journey of your friends. This book is whippin’ the Impala through the projects, the toy box you live in, and your first time at the gay bar. This is your school workbook, more sterile than the Bible, and the doors you smash down. This book is the sociopaths you flirt with, the book you read on the train, the bar you sit at to pass the time, the paper stacked against the ink, and the stranger that holds you. This book is lurking in the graveyard, the vices you chew, spit, and smoke. This book is the Second Amendment, running with the Devil, and talking to God. This book is the Fool meeting Death.

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