Every few years, I like to take everything I wrote and delete it. Welcome to my new blog. Same as my old blog but with everything on it deleted.
But Chuck, what about your hilarious posts? Witty diatribes? Shirtless selfies? Gone I’m afraid (or nonexistent in the case of witty diatribes).
The truth is I have a novel worth of posts I hate. And like any writer worth his bath salt, I know that means it’s read for print publication. If anyone knows Simon or Schuster let me know, this shit will sell like hotcakes.
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