Fiction

A man with headphones on his head is sitting in a small, tiled room, eating pizza while working on a laptop at a small table. There is a black toilet in the corner and a small print on the wall, with a box of pizza visible below the table.

When I am not raising my daughter, spending time with my beautiful wife, painting, teaching, or playing guitar in the band Mars Occult, I am writing.

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