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.
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.]