Read Love Is Not The End
Eugene Bliss was born in the city by the lake and for his first few years lived in relative comfort with his mother, a renowned baker. As a boy without much to verbally say, and with few friends, he wrote constantly. His mother and neighbours, celebrated illiterates, did not know where Eugene discovered this ability. When Eugene was 16 he moved to the Tropics of Bath and spent his formative years in the Neon District making a name for himself as a barfly writer, fierce drinker and gifted with the golden tongue that saw him never once receive a punch to the nose, despite his volatile melancholia. It wasn’t until Eugene met known explorer and adventurer Szilvia XXX from that dark and deranged land where they speak Italian over breakfast and Hungarian during supper that he settled into his literary groove. Eugene has, by his own proud admission, written more books than he has ever read and while the vast majority reside in his battered notebooks and stuffed in desk drawers, those that have been released are generally received with critical nonchalance. Eugene rarely complained. Eugene Bliss passed away sometime in his two hundredth and sixty-seventh year, found by Ted Bane curled up and smiling in the cubicle of Jackie Dolan’s Cocktail Lounge. His last work ‘Love Is Not The End’ was completed by TheNeverPress and presented to those at his funeral.
