“There was, also, a curious strain of weakness running crosswise through his make-up…” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

My name is Jay Gatsby.  I’m a 27 year old writer from Seattle, Washington. This blog is a work of fiction loosely based on my adolescence.  I write a story every week and publish it to my blog around 11 AM every Friday.  I don’t really have any literary precedents to compare this blog to (that I know of).  So I guess you might consider this something akin to a serial novel- although most of the stories can be read independently of each other. Thank you for taking the time to visit my page. I hope you enjoy it.



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      • Yep, I’m Theo’s mom. Junot Diaz is coming to give a lecture at UW, so there are some posters around town that you might’ve seen. I like reading writers who write in a very real voice, and he does that. You are doing that too. It’s hard when you’re writing about your own life to BE real sometimes because you don’t want to hurt other people too much in the process…it’s a trick to be able to do it without doing that. You either have to keep it private, or you have to write it as fiction, but even then, your friends and family will know you’re writing about them. One of my best friends from a long time ago wrote a book called “Poser” which was her memoir. It turned out to be a damned NYTimes bestseller. She wrote about all of her friends, including me, and it was pretty painful when the book came out because there were stories about me in it coming from one of the shittiest times of my life. I want to tell my own stories about that time…but what are you gonna do? My story was part of her story…Your stories are very real and that, and the fact that you are a good writer are what make your stories compelling. I don’t think you should hold back too much…this is good stuff and it will change you to write about it…I hope you keep at it…

  1. I saw you on the Kiro 7 Graffiti News program. I found your blog and read the whole thing in one night. I grew up doing things similar to you. I had a similar experience. I recently caught some court cases, still totally addicted to graff and struggling with anger and shit. So I feel you on your decision to quit the graff game and become a writer. Haha You quit being a writer to be a writer? Anyways your stories are dope and I look forward to reading more in the future. Peace

    • Thanks dude. I want it to be clear that I don’t hate graffiti. I just can’t afford to do it at this point in my life. I have to much going for me that another graffiti arrest wouId fuck up everything i’m working for right now. I’m trying to get this writing thing popping off. I’m hella stoked you like it. Show all your homies.

  2. I stumbled across this blog today on accident, and I began reading your posts because I was immediately intrigued. I am blown away by the mix of eloquent language and rawness I can sense in your writing style. The emphasis you put in the real-life dialogue makes me believe I was in that exact moment. As an avid writer myself, I have a great appreciation for all things literary. I can also relate as a fellow Seattleite with many similar experiences as the ones you have described. You’ve successfully been able to capture the essence of the “trashy-but-somehow-beautiful-and-precious” youth culture. It’s so fucking real! There’s no bullshit, feels exactly how it happens. I think this is a time in our lives that a lot of people tend to forget the details of and sum it all up as a single non-complex distant dream or feeling. Your writing is refreshing; I haven’t read a piece about the teenage biography in awhile that wasn’t dull and inaccurately overstated. I rarely leave replies on online content I come across, but I thought that my opinion was worth noting. I plan on continuing to look through more of your stuff! Keep writing, it’s a skill and art, and you’re damn good at it.

  3. I cant stop reading!!! I have fallen “back” into the graff world. I cant stop reading your words. They re-ignite memories of living in bushwick, brooklyn late 80’searly 90’s. I was pretty much one of the only white kids skateboarding around knickerbocker avenue in the 90’s, in one of the ghetto-iest places of Brooklyn (and still is, kinda, till full gentrification happens… A say day that will be…). I never really did graff seriously, till as of late. I enjoy reading other peoples stories, they keep giving me a strange sense of nostalgic momentum. That I myself, am still part of the urban feeling and movement . The same feeling I had as when I was an onlooker as a youngster. Thanks!

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