"it's easy to be a bad writer, but it's hard to wake up each day and devote a chunk of your life to bad writing."
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
A POEM - IT WAS A VALID QUESTION
IT WAS A VALID QUESTION “The last thing I remembered was walking naked through the hallways of my hotel, stopping every now and then, looking down at my balls and muttering, ‘hmmp. I wonder why one hangs down lower than the other?’”
Jackson Warfield was born in a small town in New Hampshire on a dead end road. He has traveled widely and worked a variety of jobs, from digging ditches to walking dogs. He writes for entertainment, his own and others.