A dastardly rapscallion, Fletch started out at a rather young age. Intoxicated by the scent of a woman's neck, he set out to exceed the limits of decent literature in an attempt to describe this intoxication through words. He attributes his success in part to a healthy dose of Absinthe, and the...
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A dastardly rapscallion, Fletch started out at a rather young age. Intoxicated by the scent of a woman's neck, he set out to exceed the limits of decent literature in an attempt to describe this intoxication through words. He attributes his success in part to a healthy dose of Absinthe, and the untimely demise of his favorite black cat.The constant flux of website and social media use is but a symptom of the chaos inside him. He writes when he feels, and he feels when he writes.Stay tuned to tweets for updates on events and reader feedback.
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