I grew up writing like most kids do, with a pencil. Maybe a pen. Maybe a crayon. When I was thirteen I graduated to a Smith Corona electric typewriter with self-correcting ribbon. From that moment in 1988, I became a hopeless aspiring writer. Sure, I did some word processing on our old Commodore 64, but that very phrase is the antithesis of what creative writing should be. I hope to never process words. What a sterile phrase. Anyway, here you can find lots of embarrassing prose I churned out in my earliest efforts. It's juvenile, it's cringe-worthy, and it's all mine.