A better writer than I told me to stop thinking so much and write everyday and just see what happens. She was right, so I’m going to veer from self-conscious profundity to frivolity subtly laden with oblique, yet equally revealing clues about the life of a guy, his bike, the law, our culture, and imported french fruit preserves.
it is le tasty
Fruits should be mashed, not juiced. Pitting them is fine, but exacting the essence of their excellence requires pulp. The only way to eat fruit in processed form is jam. Jelly be damned, you are but the ugly stepchild of juice and gelatin. There, I said it. Juice-lovers of the world, take arms against me for I am your nemesis.
Call me a dandy if you will, but my foppishness collides with a penchant for black coffee, burnt cheese, bitterly hopped beer, and levi’s. So, there. U-S-A!
that’s better
i always told you that you were a great writer and i couldn’t agree more with your friend. the only problem is that you may inflict permanent psychological damage on papa darrow if you get your book published before his.
:-O