By MONTE DUTTON Click here. On the night of January 2, something unprecedented happened. My stomach blew up. It perforated. I couldn’t get out of bed till morning. I went to the hospital without shoes, laptop and keys, from home to Laurens to Greenville. Surgery was late that night.I had posted 40 stories in 40 …
Nightrider's Lament
"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
