I’m A.C. Gates.
In the past, my blood would be saturated with 1 3 7-trimethylxanthine. I was more alert and capable of tackling challenges head-on while I was on a high. I was also inflicted with an increasingly severe case of insomnia, along with a racing heart and twitchy eyes. I needed this majestic drug to function every day.
Now, I’m limiting my intake of 1 3 7-trimethylxanthine. Headaches, night sweats, and other withdrawal symptoms didn’t stop me. My body thanks me for providing fresh cool water instead.
My absurd musings about writing and everyday life will be documented in this blog.
My claptrap.
