Eric Wayne

Eric Wayne is the scourge of the literary world. From parts unknown, this kooky b*****d started weaving tales of enigmatic oddities as far back as days have fallen into night. He�s a scoundrel at best. He masturbates publicly with Elmer�s glue and sheets of course sand paper. He rides donkeys to republican conventions. He sodomizes the elderly and the dimwitted. He jaywalks with reckless abandon. All in all he sucks. However, the boy can throw together a word or two when the mood should strike him.

Genre my a*s! His words can�t be contained in the oppressive confines of any one classification. You�ll laugh, you�ll cry, you�ll wish you�d taken the blue pill instead of the red. When he vomits his wretched entanglement of words, you�ll lap it up with a resounding �yes sir, may I have another!� Or you might just think he�s a lame jerk off who needs to get it together. Either way, on my word, unleash hell!