Vincent A. Bierce

I once had a profile in which I discussed myself in third person. Well, no longer! What is there to say that the previous statement cannot imply?

Am I mad? Yes.

Mad for life, I would say, and all things that make me love and loathe and feel with every fiber of my being, that leaves me restless and creates stupors of lost moments, awakened only by the sound of water below a rickety pier and the inhalation of cancer-inducing (but so relaxing) cigarette smoke.