Are you there, God? It’s me, Pornstar by Max Mooseman, author of Bastard! A Mushroom Trip Midnight strikes at the end of a cool fall Sunday and my work week starts. Harper and I decided several months ago to honor the Sabbath each week. No business is allowed...
I was tired when I laid down at 4am on a fall Friday morning. I felt warm and hopeful as I grabbed my love and settled her into my arms. My eyes closed and I sank toward dreams. I often forget to fall asleep before I start to dream. Premonition snapped my eyes back...
