I look out the window and I see a middle-aged man wiping his little dog’s ass, as it looks back at him, probably wondering how pathetic human life is. My dad ha...

And it stopped, just like that. The words didn’t flow anymore and the blog became silent. My head wasn’t quiet, though. Nor my dick was inactive. Those last day...

The French girl I was “seeing” came over for a couple of hours on Tuesday evening. “I wanna hear you play the guitar again,” she said; so I did. I stared at my ...

“What’s the point of writing if nobody can understand what you write?” I asked to this 19-year-old Dutch girl, annoyed by her concept of what “good writing” was...