Two things I have learned tonight:
- My problem, apparently, is that I am too seclusional*.
- Apparently, if I, or a character who’s supposed to represent myself, is to appear in a novel, said character is to be introduced with words similar to the following:
She could instantly tell it was him without even looking; his distinctive syncopated, asymmetrical gait, clomping along as if someone had stuffed something really enormous down the front of his trousers, was like a signature.
I report; you decide.
*I know that seclusional isn’t really a word, but that’s what I was called and that’s the word that was used (I know; not only was I there, but I wrote it down on a cocktail napkin in case I forgot). I’m leaving out the bit about the asian gene injection, 'cause that was just too, well… complicated, I guess.
Friends don't let friends blog drunk!
He rode through the desert on a horse with no name....
There's a chinese restaurant in Portland named Hung Far Low. Confess Paul, you own that restaurant don't you?