A Stranger Sniffed My Hair In A Bar, or, Suffering For Your Art

Hey!  Last night I met my writer’s group in a bar like real, live adults.  I don’t drink so I usually skip the bar scene, but we were there for a marathon critique and brainstorming session.  Not to mention the delicious, delicious bar food. Well, me boyos were late.  45 minutes late, to be exact.  When a stranger walked by, … Read More