Laborious rap

I am finding it difficult to dig through the years into my hazy youth. Putting this episode of my life down on paper is obliging me to relate to the struggles that would have otherwise lead to an early death. Yes, as odd as it may seem, the comfort I'd found in the carefree years was actually killing me. The horror of reality was the turning point that made me change paths and finally start living. You could say I was praising the wrong 'god'. Money and sex were the scapegoat that captivated my energy. Seeing as how both came easy —feel free to interpret that loosely— my soul was trapped: I was in dire need of a dickotomy!

Welcome to the World of Dickster

Hi,

Please excuse me for taking so long in giving a sign of life.

My name is Dickster. A good friend of mine, The Orangeman, strongly suggested I get in touch with you. I really am not a technology oriented person. Why allow myself to be discovered in this way? I have a story to tell. In fact, it is almost all written. Two volumes of D Thrilogy are complete. The Orangeman will be putting D Thrilogy on the net and is working on the site: thedicksterdimension.com.

Why not have it published? I am only me. Nothing matters except life.