I hate punctuation… I'd kick it's little ass if I could. Punctuation has been FFF-ing up my life up for over thirty years.

I got my first diary on Christmas Eve when I was eight years old— the same night, my dad shot himself. From then on, I wrote endlessly… a stream of consciousness… using my own little flow of dots and dashes.

As a kid, we moved constantly. I changed schools 8 or 9 times before fifth grade — so I missed compound sentences, comma splices, and conjunctions completely.

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