Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.
But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?
This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind.
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
I have been living with a writer for over a decade, but I won’t trample your fantasy with reality :)
Except in respect of the fact that I do not and never will own a hemp necklace with a glass mushroom on it. JFC.
The highly anticipated first book by Baye McNeil (a.k.a. Loco of the infamous and influential blog Loco in Yokohama) is now available from both Amazon and Barnes & Noble online!
The Kindle version of this controversial new book is available from anywhere in the world at
Amazon.com. Just follow this link: Kindle Version. You don’t even need to buy a Kindle. Just go to the order page and download (for FREE) a Kindle Reader for your Mac, PC or smart phone. Hi! My name is Loco… is also available on Barnes and Nobles’ Nook: Click here to download the Nook version.If you need a Nook Reader for you PC, Mac or Smartphone, you can click here to download a Nook App, also for FREE! You’ll be reading this future classic in minutes! Gotta love the modern world! The Trade paperback version is still being perfected, but once it’s available I’ll be having a book launch party and doing some signings around Yokohama, Tokyo and Kawasaki. So stay tuned for that in the coming weeks. In the meantime, enjoy your E-version and don’t forget to leave reviews at the Amazon and Nook pages so that others can know how much you enjoyed the book—as I have every confidence you will! Also, if you have a chance, please check out my new website dedicated to the book. It has information about the author, publisher, excerpts from the book, and more! http://www.himynameisloco.com/ Thank you, and brace yourself for a game-changing experience!
a few days ago i had an odd dream. in my dream i was a vampire fighting other vampires and and i was in this house. i was standing near a window and i turned to look at the other side of the room there was a window there as well. as i was starring at the window from a cross the room i saw some vampires walk by, they were the evil vampires. i turned to look out the window i was standing next to and i saw the vampires plotting something. that infuriated me, i flipped them off and started yelling “fuck you” to each one of them i got to the end i noticed this guy with pink hair with them, he looked up and it was hide♥. he looked gorgeous and happy he smiled at me and laughed. as soon as he did i yelled ” not you hide i love you!” and did a heart with my hands hehe, it was a nice dream. i loved it because i felt close to that beautiful man. i can’t explain it but it brought me soo much joy.♥ Thank you hide for that wonderful dream.♥