LIVE FAST, WRITE OFTEN.

I started writing One Minute, Please? when I was twenty-three years old and not unlike most first-time authors, I didn’t yet know what I didn’t know. This confidence (that bordered on the line of arrogance) gave way to a very raw, unfiltered and unpolished collection of poetry, prose, musings and vignettes that reads like a young writer with some promise, that’s trying a little too hard to be like Charles Bukowski. It’s perfectly imperfect.