“About Trying Anyway:
Are ya weird? Need something else weird to reflect on instead of your weirdness for a change?
Read these stories. They’re about the Philadelphia area. I don’t think there is enough literary representation of our Delaware Valley. Our strifes and philosophies are relevant. Not everything worth writing down happens in New York City. But these stories don’t happen in Philadelphia. They happen in the wilderness and in the dark. They happen in the quiet spaces where you just want to be alone. They’re still happening—right now. Open this book, and they could be happening to you.
These are stories about monsters chasing and people falling down. Everyone’s always crying and hurting each other. I’m troubled by them. I’ve collected them for you. I’m publishing them for you. These weird and wiry tales are unbefitting a standard press. They are lopsided and crude. Worrying. They go too far. They leave without saying goodbye.
If you are from Philadelphia, you will recognize the agony within. The temperature of this book is unbearable. The smell is choking. There is garbage everywhere. Philadelphia is built on a dank swamp that freezes in the winter. The days and nights are loud with illegal construction. The police are corrupt. The crooks are contemptuous. This city is a disappointment to its parents and a shameful catastrophe to behold. We are covered in filth and suffer from mental decay.
Targeted Age Group: Young adults and very old people
Written by: Justin Kirk Engard
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Justin Kirk Engard spent many years living in an abandoned building in North Philadelphia. The building was unheated and the roof leaked. For years whether it was raining or not water poured into one of the bedrooms which became known as The Wet Room. After witnessing from his window overlooking Broad Street a raid on a crack house, a midnight kidnapping, and several deaths–including a small child thrown from an auto accident–He decided to move to the suburbs.
Justin Kirk Engard once almost died while writing in a coffee shop because he thought he could eat a raw eggplant for lunch. Eggplants are part of the nightshade family and poisonous if not cooked. His heart slowed and he couldn’t move for twenty minutes. No one helped him because it was common to see him on the couch in the fetal position and unresponsive. He was fine. The paralysis wore off and he went back to writing.
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