It’s time.

It’s time for a drink and let’s talk. My book is coming.

I am beyond excited to announce that my third book, “Whiskey Theorem”, will be released on October 10th, 2017, 8 weeks from now!

PRE-ORDERS are available now! The link is below and in my bio!

Secure your copy now!

2 1/2 years I started this book, and it is amazing to see it coming out now. A lot of work went into it. @jr4287, @you__have__mel, @wordsbyirahcoreen, and @the_drowning_siren helped me in the writing of this book, all the while @mitch_grn has ingeniously crafted its cover art and chapter break designs.

A contest for signed copies may ensue. I am aiming for at least one copy signed by everyone who contributed in its making.

Thank you all for everything! I hope you guys enjoy this book and that I made everyone proud. I wish I could have written more. There’s enough bourbon for everyone.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1536816361/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_ZT3Kzb2XPP82V

My Friend

The winds have slowed the earth, every ocean receded, and light has been choked out from our sky. Clouds thunderously begin to collide. It feels as though we are alone without you, despite walking into each other, aimlessly wondering in blinding shock. Hollowed husks, we march to a gray dusk, wishing you would come back sweetly.

Your pain has taken you away, and we had what ailed you, but we were silent. Death called your name, and you answered. We called for you, and it was too late. I'm sorry. We're sorry. Love may never bring you back home. But know that you were loved, quite so, more than you could ever imagine.

The light that is your voice has showed us the way when there was only darkness in our hearts. When our lives became painful—almost too painful to bear—you were a shoulder for us to cry on. At the click of a button you were always there for us. You saved us from our own wrongful resolutions, but we didn't save you.

Although, there was life in your words, the seeds you planted for us to find. This world will never be the same without you. Hear our song, the one with tears strumming the cords of a broken guitar, a breathless voice into a hanging mic, and a single seat in the audience…for you.

Yet again you have given us a second chance. One that came at a cost, but it will not go thankless. A break in the storm has settled the ground. And love has brilliance once more, through the nightfall.

You have shown the world the light one more time.