Steve Saroff
@stevesaroff.bsky.social
Author. Coder. Start-up adviser. I build things, start and sell companies, and share stories. www.saroff.com
A story of mine out today on a cool Lit Journal: Bull Lit / MrBullBull
"I was seventeen & hungry that first time I saw the ocean. The night before it'd been fog. I'd been given a ride by someone drunk. He was going fast & I was asking him to stop, to let me out, but he kept saying, What’s wrong? I can drive fine.” Steve Saroff mrbullbull.com/newbull/fict...
August 20, 2025 at 2:20 PM
A story of mine out today on a cool Lit Journal: Bull Lit / MrBullBull
Reposted by Steve Saroff
Beautiful new story 🪸
"I was seventeen & hungry that first time I saw the ocean. The night before it'd been fog. I'd been given a ride by someone drunk. He was going fast & I was asking him to stop, to let me out, but he kept saying, What’s wrong? I can drive fine.” Steve Saroff mrbullbull.com/newbull/fict...
August 20, 2025 at 11:27 AM
Beautiful new story 🪸
1
There was a day
when I woke up
and knew
I was leaving.
The absurd grit
had gotten behind my collar
and down into the works.
The sky was perpetually dirty,
like an industrial twilight
of broken promises.
People whom I had
tried to love and befriend
had become strange and cruel…
There was a day
when I woke up
and knew
I was leaving.
The absurd grit
had gotten behind my collar
and down into the works.
The sky was perpetually dirty,
like an industrial twilight
of broken promises.
People whom I had
tried to love and befriend
had become strange and cruel…
January 25, 2025 at 12:14 AM
1
There was a day
when I woke up
and knew
I was leaving.
The absurd grit
had gotten behind my collar
and down into the works.
The sky was perpetually dirty,
like an industrial twilight
of broken promises.
People whom I had
tried to love and befriend
had become strange and cruel…
There was a day
when I woke up
and knew
I was leaving.
The absurd grit
had gotten behind my collar
and down into the works.
The sky was perpetually dirty,
like an industrial twilight
of broken promises.
People whom I had
tried to love and befriend
had become strange and cruel…
2
…Nothing was right.
Even the coffee was bad.
So I left.
Highways became roads
that became trails.
Along the way there
were emerald lakes
and silence.
Like this place I chanced upon.
I thought about calling
to say that there
were no more questions,
…
…Nothing was right.
Even the coffee was bad.
So I left.
Highways became roads
that became trails.
Along the way there
were emerald lakes
and silence.
Like this place I chanced upon.
I thought about calling
to say that there
were no more questions,
…
January 25, 2025 at 12:14 AM
2
…Nothing was right.
Even the coffee was bad.
So I left.
Highways became roads
that became trails.
Along the way there
were emerald lakes
and silence.
Like this place I chanced upon.
I thought about calling
to say that there
were no more questions,
…
…Nothing was right.
Even the coffee was bad.
So I left.
Highways became roads
that became trails.
Along the way there
were emerald lakes
and silence.
Like this place I chanced upon.
I thought about calling
to say that there
were no more questions,
…
3
…but I had lost your number
and I wasn’t even sure
I could still pronounce your name.
When I tried to remember
I realized
that what I needed most
was to forget.
So I did.
And then the coffee
and everything else
started to become
delicious again.
- Steve Saroff
…but I had lost your number
and I wasn’t even sure
I could still pronounce your name.
When I tried to remember
I realized
that what I needed most
was to forget.
So I did.
And then the coffee
and everything else
started to become
delicious again.
- Steve Saroff
January 25, 2025 at 12:13 AM
3
…but I had lost your number
and I wasn’t even sure
I could still pronounce your name.
When I tried to remember
I realized
that what I needed most
was to forget.
So I did.
And then the coffee
and everything else
started to become
delicious again.
- Steve Saroff
…but I had lost your number
and I wasn’t even sure
I could still pronounce your name.
When I tried to remember
I realized
that what I needed most
was to forget.
So I did.
And then the coffee
and everything else
started to become
delicious again.
- Steve Saroff
1
It was a time
when life had fallen apart.
Thieves had taken everything
I had tried to give them.
My pockets
were filled
with crumpled
love letters
and your dried tears.
The future
was suddenly
the past.
So I drove to the desert
and took turns that
led to fewer choices.
It was a time
when life had fallen apart.
Thieves had taken everything
I had tried to give them.
My pockets
were filled
with crumpled
love letters
and your dried tears.
The future
was suddenly
the past.
So I drove to the desert
and took turns that
led to fewer choices.
January 13, 2025 at 11:44 PM
1
It was a time
when life had fallen apart.
Thieves had taken everything
I had tried to give them.
My pockets
were filled
with crumpled
love letters
and your dried tears.
The future
was suddenly
the past.
So I drove to the desert
and took turns that
led to fewer choices.
It was a time
when life had fallen apart.
Thieves had taken everything
I had tried to give them.
My pockets
were filled
with crumpled
love letters
and your dried tears.
The future
was suddenly
the past.
So I drove to the desert
and took turns that
led to fewer choices.
.2
Ninety miles from pavement,
on a washed out dirt road
west of Winnemucca,
the alternator
on the truck died.
I got out and
sat on the ground
and looked around
and tried to cry.
But since no one
was coming
there was no choice
other than to laugh,
get up,
and try to fix things.
Ninety miles from pavement,
on a washed out dirt road
west of Winnemucca,
the alternator
on the truck died.
I got out and
sat on the ground
and looked around
and tried to cry.
But since no one
was coming
there was no choice
other than to laugh,
get up,
and try to fix things.
January 13, 2025 at 11:41 PM
.2
Ninety miles from pavement,
on a washed out dirt road
west of Winnemucca,
the alternator
on the truck died.
I got out and
sat on the ground
and looked around
and tried to cry.
But since no one
was coming
there was no choice
other than to laugh,
get up,
and try to fix things.
Ninety miles from pavement,
on a washed out dirt road
west of Winnemucca,
the alternator
on the truck died.
I got out and
sat on the ground
and looked around
and tried to cry.
But since no one
was coming
there was no choice
other than to laugh,
get up,
and try to fix things.
.3
As I sorted through
the rusty box of tools
looking for
hard implements of hope,
the soft
broken parts
started to mend.
And I finally
got to find out
that where
I had been going,
was a safe, strong place
inside of me
that all the map makers
had overlooked.
- steve saroff
As I sorted through
the rusty box of tools
looking for
hard implements of hope,
the soft
broken parts
started to mend.
And I finally
got to find out
that where
I had been going,
was a safe, strong place
inside of me
that all the map makers
had overlooked.
- steve saroff
January 13, 2025 at 11:40 PM
.3
As I sorted through
the rusty box of tools
looking for
hard implements of hope,
the soft
broken parts
started to mend.
And I finally
got to find out
that where
I had been going,
was a safe, strong place
inside of me
that all the map makers
had overlooked.
- steve saroff
As I sorted through
the rusty box of tools
looking for
hard implements of hope,
the soft
broken parts
started to mend.
And I finally
got to find out
that where
I had been going,
was a safe, strong place
inside of me
that all the map makers
had overlooked.
- steve saroff
The bucks stop here.
January 8, 2025 at 5:49 PM
The bucks stop here.
Link in bio. Mandela van Eeden and I have been close friends for more than a decade. Flute goes well with the music of the didgeridoo. A new, long track that dropped today. All the streamers have it. I hope you listen, perhaps breathe deeply and slowly, and think of nothing. - steve saroff
November 18, 2024 at 6:25 PM
Link in bio. Mandela van Eeden and I have been close friends for more than a decade. Flute goes well with the music of the didgeridoo. A new, long track that dropped today. All the streamers have it. I hope you listen, perhaps breathe deeply and slowly, and think of nothing. - steve saroff