I was a bastard to live with in my twenties.June 16, 2008 at 7:40 pm | Posted in writing | 11 Comments
Tags: autobiography, flash fiction, writing
Please call the Trading Post if you don’t want them to keep advertising the piano for sale. (Also, where’s the rent money?)
Thanks. Please return my red nail polish before morning so I can go to work. (Also, have you seen my snorkel anywhere?) Better to fail gloriously than to succeed in mediocrity.