Talking (in general)

When I was growing up my Grandma would tell me a story about myself. From when I was living with her in Burbank, I was a toddler at the time. She'd tell me a story of a day when I was playing outside, in front of the house, and I saw another kid. This kid was about five. I stumbled over to them and said (with a toddler's grasp of language), "I love you, what's your name?"

Today, I eat lunch in my car alone, simultaneously starved and afraid of company.

where_i_am

Hello,

My name is Kevin Slager-Talley, and this is the introduction post.  I am a 25 year old white male(?) who grew up in the Chicago suburbs.  The "sprawl" of Chicago is more of an accurate description.

I made this blog so I can just write, and put almost anything out there.  I am going to talk about my past as a bastard child of a drug addict, my current life as a working class stiff, and (here's hoping) my future as I grow.  I am going to post poems, short stories, jokes, and script samples.  I'll even write about writing, or politics!

That's all there is to it.  Everything I am going to post on here.  Have at it.