After I split the rally, I went for a beer.

It was cold.

It was snowing.

She split her lunch with me as we talked about the old times.


I wonder what the ratio is between me being serious and me being ridiculous.


Cracking wise - that's gots to be in the novel


I used the word ain't the other day in mock conversation and someone corrected me. Dude, I used the word ain't for effect, to dummy down the conversation. Jackass.

'cause I'm a writer damn it.

That makes me laugh. I'm going to use that some day.

"Why? Why?! Because I'm a writer dammit!"