When you live in a cave heated by lava, you can get pretty hot. Also, it is waaaaaaay too quiet out here to sleep. There is a cure for that, and the cure is my fan. My fan is humble and loud. One day I might replace it with something bigger… or maybe one of those air foil things with no blades, but for now my fan does it’s job. For that I tip my hat to it.
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M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.View all posts by M.A. Brotherton →