First things first. I have been without internet the last two weeks. HUGE thanks to Laurie Boris for hosting in my absence! You're aces, lady. And I'm glad everyone kept playing. I missed playing, but I'm back! So...
Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
He says good morning like he's chewing rocks, and I smile - I know what 'good morning' means. It means 'I'd like to smash your teeth in with this wrench, but I got rent to pay..." and sometimes, just it's just 'fuck you.' It's never good though - it's like when the cold water from the shower surprises you. It's a shock every time, even though it shouldn't be.
But I smile and nod and simper and say something sort of like 'good morning' which actually means 'what the hell, man?' I realize life shit in your backyard, but that didn't have nothing to do with me. I'm just trying to get through the day. I got rent to pay.
But, mostly, I ignore it. It's like the smell you can never place, but have to live with. It's like the folks who honk their horn .3 seconds after the light turns green. It's like cancer. It's like banana bruises. You live with that shit, because, well, no one ever offered you a choice.
There might not even be one.
ATTENTION, I WILL BE GONE MOST OF THE DAY. BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ WHEN I GET HOME! Get 'em! :)