L.F. Blake
An erotic gay romance writer with delusions of grandeur and grades of insanity. I love writing about rock stars because I think that kind of life creates opportunities to explore a person's flaws, their shortcomings. I like to look behind the masks people present to the world, try to see the real them, ugliness and all. Also, I have a thing for bad boys...
“What would you rather have?""Cheeseburger and a small fry. Coke classic. Better yet, dope classic.""Sure. I'll take a milkshake. What's the special flavor this week, chocolate Jack Daniels?""Strawberry scotch.""Stick one of those paper umbrellas in mine.""Shove a syringe in mine. And a plastic tombstone. RIP, baby. He was born a rock star. He died a junkie.""Rock in peace."[...]"He wanted the world and lost his soul. [...] Sold it all for rock and roll. Lost his heart in a needle. Found his life in the grave. The road to hell is paved in marijuana leaves. Now he rocks in peace.”
L.F. Blake