Lighter
Okay, I'll try to lighten up. The former story was in fact a Father's day tribute to my dad. I showed it to a woman at work and she said she liked it but couldn't I write something that was happy? Happy? I don't know. It seems as if when I breaking up, heart shreaded, blah, blah, blah, is the only time my writing juices start flowing. I lead the river of slime out of my body, through my head, down my arm and through my hand...
posted by Pher @ 7:51 AM
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