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A PSA To My 3 Fans

Hello to my 3 ardent, loyal followers (I love you Mom)! In all seriousness, Justin Razor And The World, though a personal passion project, began reverently enough. Fresh off deployment and fueled by aimless angst birthed by problems I was unaware I harbored, I wrote extensively. Anyone that truly knows me knows that, at my core and if nothing else, I am a writer. As such, extensive journaling, whether physically or electronically, has been a lifelong habit. Cripplingly shy yet perpetually talkative, I was a study in convolution and paradoxes. Sitting at a bar one night in San Diego drinking tea, because I'm a fucking badass, I had just finished penning "Dying Star", a free verse poem about a girl I briefly knew in Coronado. Following the unerring support and relentless bitching of a blessed friend who will remain anonymous at her own behest, I purchased the domain name, birthed in Dubai while devouring kebobs consisting of naught but lamb and beef. I realized that, even if I was captured privately by my own demons, I could still communicate through the bars of my isolation cell through my blog. As such, as I've stated many times before, consider this a clear window into my chaotic inner world. Since its inception, 3 years ago this April, JRATW has evolved substantially. On a low day, it averages a little over 100 views, and on an exemplary one, pulls in between 300-350. Some would say that these arent stellar numbers, but considering that people actually contributed to Kylie Jenner's vapid GoFundMe and assisted her in becoming the world's youngest billionaire, their opinions hold about as much clout with me as their lives do, which is nil. Anyway, the reason for this narcissistic PSA is to explain the coming slowdown in content. Updates will still come twice a week minimum, but, given the increase in traffic, I've decided to focus my efforts on a long time dream. Namely, a book of short stories. I expect to sale  through Amazon as I've done before, as well as directly from my site, so please, be on the lookout. I want to thank everyone that's supported me so far, and to my fans (Mom!), you wont be disappointed. Take care.

- Gino Garcia

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