Several Snippets from August 1997...

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. 

female 
bed bug
does not 
have 
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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