I'm a writer, but not a well-educated one. Sometimes I feel like a stranger in a strange land. I live my life as if I'm a small child full of bravado gained from wine residue stolen out of party glasses, and I'm standing stark naked in the middle of a group of grown-ups. I have their attention and I know I want to tell them something, but I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to say.
I came up with a fun idea for a story today at lunch. I'll try to post the raw version later. -- GHC
1 comment:
Hey G,
I know that feeling of standing in the middle and feeling like a kid. But I think we'll eventually figure out what to say, and it'll all be fine as long as we don't barf.
Fran
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