Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Wrench
I looked down, listening to the hiss of air escaping. There it was. I pulled out an allen wrench from where it had embedded itself in my rear tire. A man walked by, listening to headphones, looked at me and said "Sucks!" in a friendly way. I pushed my bike up onto the sidewalk.
While this used to be a sort of random collection of thoughts, it evolved into an experiment: can I tell a story that people are interested in? Is it pure conceit to think of myself as a writer? So, there's a thread of entries under the label of "Pretty", which is the working title for my, ahem, book. Of all things. Anyway, you can see the posts organized into chronological order here:
Pretty Chronology
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