A Writer grows in Brooklyn
Non alcoholic parenting #Live42day

Non alcoholic parenting #Live42day

Saul being Saulie #loveyou

Ain’t no bull, that is me. At least my face. #Live42day

Ain’t no bull, that is me. At least my face. #Live42day

Remember this #dountoothers

Remember this #dountoothers

@angelinajolie please refrain from wearing that shirt or exhibiting and promoting your obsession with me. Alas I am a married man and although my physique, looks and genius may entice you, you are married now as well. #sorrykid #mywifeishotter #Live42day

@angelinajolie please refrain from wearing that shirt or exhibiting and promoting your obsession with me. Alas I am a married man and although my physique, looks and genius may entice you, you are married now as well. #sorrykid #mywifeishotter #Live42day

At the end of the day
Chapter 3 
She had the kind of smile that caused one to question every decision ever made in their life. She used it, perhaps unknowingly as a weapon or a moat to deter any strangers or visitors. I can do no justice in describing her smile; in a clumsy and inadequate manner I will try.

At the end of the day
Chapter 3 
She had the kind of smile that caused one to question every decision ever made in their life. She used it, perhaps unknowingly as a weapon or a moat to deter any strangers or visitors. I can do no justice in describing her smile; in a clumsy and inadequate manner I will try.

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At the end of the Day Chapter 3

Henry went home that early morning, showered and looked in the mirror to make sure he was still alive. He decided to grow a beard, for now at least. He put on a suit, shirt and tie and walked downstairs. No one was home and he made himself a cup of coffee and went to work.

He sat at his desk and then remembered, “I am dying. It could happen here. I don’t want to die here.” He had a class in an…

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Autumn blues, yellows or whatever. Sometimes you just want to be that child again… #falling #Live42day

Autumn blues, yellows or whatever. Sometimes you just want to be that child again… #falling #Live42day

At the End of the Day Chapter 2

Harveys Broiler Downey

Henry watched as the waitress served the diners across from him. Three college girls who seemed to be craving fried foods – possibly having the late night ‘munchies’ on this Monday.

There was a miniature jukebox on the side of the booth where he sat and a Mexican bus boy dropped a menu and poured water into a small glass cup. He opened the menu and began to look for a healthy meal, as he always…

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