People are raining on my parade, not that I have any floats or a marching band following me around, though the idea has crossed my mind to hire people to snap my picture as I walk through the streets so I can gnash my teeth and intermittently yell “Damn you Paparazzi!”
Eiríkur: A New Spelling of my Name
The Latest Chapter:
The Biomythograpy, Misadventures and Other Sh*t of San Francisco’s Literary Outsider Eiríkur.
He's more awesome than you are!
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