She said this conversation is missing something. And he replied, oxygen?

Six hours of bartending in the first place I was rejected. Tell me about being haunted, and I'll tell you about how I set stools out infront of the stage next to the bathrooms for our ghosts, because I respect the dead. Today was a tough one, but I'm close to something new. My new book is 6,000 words deep and that's 30% written, well the first draft at least. It's like I've got this super complex and super long secret joke behind my eyes and though it vies to roll out my mouth like a scroll,...