99% of people get it, it’s just that 1% that question why I’m living in a Prius.

“Create prose from life--for the madness of art--words become our descendants.”
- joshua cosmo allen stephan | Founder

My "life on the road" has officially ended. As have my finances. I'm now five years out of the corporate chaos.
I'm surging forward in my semi-bohemian lifestyle form of a life as I'm planning on finishing a novel by the end of summer--it's coming soon, I still promise. The little monster has taken on a life of it's own and driven me crazier than normal. I've recently accidentally slipped into the reliable habit of gorging on every type of side gigs because I rarely hustle between my gorgeous holidays of writing and traveling upon my second 365 trek. I'm currently partaking in the exciting challenge of working nearly every job across the board. If you have work--hit me up. I'm hungry, thirsty, quasi starving on purpose.
Along with being a terrible blogger/travel writer--toss in construction cleanup, Kmart checker, lifeguard, weight room attendant, unpaid intern for a major airline, flight service station specialist, housesitting/dogsitter/catsitter ninja, above average trivia host, below average restaurant server and bartender in my 8th year, terrible floor manager, fantastic dishwasher and wedding bartender, motel clerk till shortly after the machete/gun discharge brawl, flower delivery skills on absolute lockdown, estate coordinator and mover--including a magical Oregon to South Carolina run, car delivery driver, runner for Tim's Toyota Center, fencer (as in putting fencing not the other obvious disciplines of foil, épée, and sabre disciplines in everyone's favorite sport loosely connected to actual warfare), antique salesman, shipping not receiving, sales, chef/line-cook at El Gato Azul (on the fryer and grill), assembly line finisher at the newspaper, hemp farmer, chicken farmer, painter, shopper during Covid
I'm basically attempting to inhale at least 30 days on the job in every line of work--send anything my way please.

My Venmo is [cosmodionysus] for donation purposes.

I'm excited to have multiple novels enroute by the end of the year but thank you in advance to anyone further financing this addiction for the madness of art. If you've felt touched or moved in any way by the journey OR just feel like helping out a kindred spirit so drenched in namaste stardust, I again thank you yet again with an impassioned onslaught of hugs and kisses. I'm overtly friendly, addicted to devouring experiences, and void of social boundaries fairly often. The strangest adventure is on the horizon and it's about to get interesting.
Xoxo: Cosmo
or Josh if you've known me before the late-90s hit.