Here's some prose that I've written over the years, and haven't immediately burned. That may give you an idea of what you're getting yourself into.
Nine hundred words on a Scott Amendola show. Don't write to tell me that the grammar is bad - that's all on purpose.
Here's a story from 1997: Chazz Cats.
Sometimes I wish I still had some of the things I wrote in high school, when I was bored enough to write more. Some of them ended up on unreadable Atari floppies. Some of them were in notebooks, which I've lost or burned.
Here's a story from my late college years, probably 1991: Spiced Rum.
Here's something even older that I found on a backup: Sweet Jane. I'm fairly certain that the original was written on an old Atari, sometime in high school. Based on internal evidence, it's from after 1985, and can't be more recent than 1988. I guess I liked it enough to transfer it when I junked the Atari, but it's taking all my will power not to edit the life out of it as I turn it into HTML.