sent this to clarkesworld and asimov and they both rejected it. can you believe that shit? anyways, i tried to evoke a feeling with my prose that approached the mother video games, and which played out like a shintaro kago story only way less gross.

written in a single day in 2021 when i was just getting started writing. i dont say that to excuse the writing quality, i think it's a pretty good story. autobiographical even. i read a bunch of charles bukowski's short stories and i decided i wanted to write about the fun stuff that happened in my life too. i don't even know what fucking magazine i could even submit this to.