These are stories without homes. _They have little in common apart from the absurd existential themes that exist in all my work. These stories are meant to be both a bit morbid and funny at the same time.
None of have been published. Two (ÒThe End of the World ShowÓ and ÒContapositive ManÓ) were meant to be novels. The others were deliberate attempts to write traditional short stories.
Writing is always a fishing excersize. You start off hoping to get the biggest fish you can and sometimes you get a little one instead. You can either be embarrased about that little fish and the fact that you didnÕt land a big one or you can give yourself credit for catching one at all.
Here are my little fish.