Several Snippets from August 1997...

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It isn’t a
question 
of effort. 
It’s a question of 
where 
and/or 
how 
the effort 
is 
applied. 

You do too much of the wrong thing and too little of the right thing. 
(And by you, I mean me.) 

* 

I hate it when the love for a song withers. 

* 

Odd little crumb hole.* 

* 

“Why not go out? Go to a movie.” 
“I hate movies. Movies make real life dull.” 

* 

Bed bugs 
copulate 
through traumatic 
insemination. 

A 
female 
bed bug
does not 
have 
a 
genital opening.† 

Now why,
on 
EARTH,
 would 
GOD
allow 
this, 
for example?‡ 

* 

We were in a dorm cafeteria, eating ice cream for breakfast, when Arron told Dena, “You can tell a lot from the way a girl licks an ice cream cone.” Dena smiled. At the time, she was dating Aaron’s roommate.§ 

* 

I was young, not yet ten, when my father called from Kentucky to ask whether I’d prefer a horse or a boat. I chose a boat. I like horses, but boats don’t die. 

He never got the boat. Or, for that matter, the horse. 

Years later, I asked him why he posed the question. He equivocated. We never discussed the subject again. 

* 

She was my undoing before I had the chance to do anything. 

August 1997 

*[03/26/23: But what sort of crumb hole isn’t odd? Besides, if it’s for crumbs, why wouldn’t it be little?]

†[Source unknown.] 

‡[If, in fact, the Almighty “works in mysterious ways” what’s the point of interpreting the Holy Bible?]

§[Both Aaron and his roommate dropped out, but they were the smart ones. Dena and I stuck it out. We’d all majored in tomfoolery.] 

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