My grandfather has the heart of a lion, and a lifetime ban at the zoo.
My grandfather has the heart of a lion, and a lifetime ban at the zoo.
Self portrait from memory
Welcome, you’ll hate it here.
After being a depressed lonely asshole most of his life (no friends for this guy!), Richard’s therapist thought it would be sorta’ healthy for him to start writing down all of the morbid thoughts permeating inside of his head. She was wrong.
Richard has been calling himself an unemployed screenwriter for a couple years now — mostly to people who aren’t listening (and who could blame‘em!) nor remotely care. To help put something other than regret on the table, he’s made himself a website to showcase some of his work — and look, you lucky bastard, you’re already here!
He’s also writing about himself in the third person, which is somewhat troubling don’tcha think? His awkward self-deprecation a humiliating cry for shameful sympathy. Feel free to have a gander around and then get back to your incognito browser, y’know, where the REAL fun is — haw haw haw!