Don’t call me kiddo. I REALLY hate it. People been calling me that way too long. Fever and Ma and Uncle Spade all call me kiddo, and it makes me crazy. See how I ain’t smiling? People who know me, know that means trouble. So begins the new novel by J. Adams Oaks, Why IContinue reading “Why he writes: a Q&A with novelist J. Adams Oaks”
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