Opening Gambit

This blog will chronicle my journey as a writer, a journey to be published and become famous. It will also chronicle the journey of many street people ("Homeless") who are rehabilitated with the help of my writing, which they will sell, at a small profit to themselves, as a way to earn a small living and begin getting back on their feet.

It's a common enough story, probably so common that many of my readers would become bored right after this post and leave thinking, "Ah, another of those writers using the homeless to sell their fiction blogs."

Before you do that, I want to tell you the story of a man whom I shall call Euripides, to protect his privacy. Euripides, like his Greek namesake, was a creator of tragedy. After a promising young life, mental health issues and several co-dependent relationships left Euripides with nothing. He spent day after day drinking and moving from one shelter to another. During his mid-life, Euripides turned to crack cocaine, a habit he has since given up thanks to many helpful social services and the advent of true poverty. He was a wreck of a man.

But look at him today:

That's right. Now he's a seller of short fiction, a mobile literary innovation, bringing great stories to the public as a means to bring a small amount of profit to himself. This brings us to what makes my blog, my program, and my philosophy great.

It's not Homeless Selling Stories, it's Nude Homeless Selling Stories. It's an ideal Euripides could get behind.

If he were alive today, I can only imagine the pride Euripides would have had in his work. The fact the he was the first, the groundbreaker, the visionary's able bodied sidekick, would make him and his family, if they were speaking to him, very proud.

Unfortunately, Euripides and the Nude Homeless project suffered a tragic loss just yesterday, when his stock of short stories ran out and he ran afoul of local law enforcement.


Rest in Peace, my friend, you will not be forgotten.