Are you writing love letters in the form of short stories?
Do you even write fiction?
If you're lying then why would you tell the truth?
Does she know?
Then why isn't she, I mean I would be smitten?
Are you lying?
That wine glass is easily the size of your head.
You aren't going anywhere...
In other news a short story I wrote entitled "What you're waiting for" was accepted by one of my all time favorite San Francisco literature reviews, the one and only "Instant City." I own four of the seven issues and I'll be in the eighth. I have to say these things so they go down smoother, the chaser in my throat. This was easily a lifetime goal. Yes and awesome and holy shit. Sadly the girl that inspired the story, my website editor is gone gone, sadly sadly gone gone. And she will never know what she has done.