Brought forth from sweltering darkness and the screams of drunken revelry, Mad Homer relates the full truth of tales you never knew you wanted to hear.
Or something like that anyway. If these worlds look oddly familiar, I once was a latenight ponderer over wine. Older and arguably wiser now, I give myself full permission to modify, fold, spindle, and mutilate my own work. I hope you enjoy. New work is always posted here first, it may show up in other places after an appropriate delay.