11/13/2025
Ok, so. I have always been told that I should be a writer. I guess the only real issue I've had with attempting it, is starting. Fear takes over. Fear of failure. I have to do something different. Something more than I am doing right now. My teeth are in bad shape, I don't have a vehicle and I can barely keep my bills paid. Yes, I have a job. I work as a truck stop maintenance man. I feel like my boss is getting over on me. I am tired of grinding so hard for so little. So, I guess, I'll write. Or at least try.
My name is Lucky. I am a resident of the state of Arkansas. . . and I have absolutely no clue what I am good at. But I'm trying to figure it all out. I'm getting closer and closer to 50. I fear that it's getting too late but everyone keeps telling me that it's never too late. What should I do? How can I start making a decent living when I don't even know what I am good at? What should I write about? Do people even read anymore?
Anyway, I hope I can figure something out before the end of the year. I need to break this cycle. I need to create my own path. I'm absolutely sure that nobody out there will voice any insight and give me any kind of feedback. So, I guess I will just write out whatever pops into my head and put out whatever random images that I can create to go along with them.
Gigglenutts
Lucky Gagliardo
The Randolorian
