If you see I have added you, and are wondering who the fuck I am, I was Fiction on OD. Do people still think of OD? Do people still think of me?

They made me make a book. A BOOK! How absurd and presumptuous.

I just wanted a place to come and write weird shit when I am baked off my face, or to talk about Prince.

I loved so many people back there, all that time ago. But I am bad with names. I forget most of the people I read who refugeed over here. Or at least I forget their names. But if you’re one of my people, and you know if Pandora or Bachelorette are still kickin it, tell them I sent you.

Oh and friend me, or whatever it’s called here. So I can read you too.