Thanks, Joaquin

by K.C. Bacon

At this time in my life I did not know why it was that I was set upon this earth other than to experience enjoyment’s natural span. I cared nothing for reason, other than it existed to serve my pleasurable needs. Nor did I think the moral life was anything but a list of proscriptions handed down by men who were essentially joyless and unbold. To be candid, had I been in charge of the Old Testament, the pagans would have won and we’d still be dancing around a golden goat with wineskins draped around our shoulders. There is nothing I cared more about than the successful pursuit of elation and lust.

186 pages, Kindle Edition

Published February 4, 2016