Some time ago – never mind how long – having lost most everything I cared about, and finding little reason to go on, I decided to start writing again.
Whether it was stubbornness, or fear, or hubris, or more likely, madness, I’ve come to re-embrace this writing, this ship of doom. It is, as my old fishing buddy Melville might have said, “my substitute for pistol and ball.”
Be advised, these stories, real and imagined, are intended for consenting adults. Anyone prone to fainting spells and/or moral indignation is encouraged to fuck the hell off.
– The original Who We? page.