Scenes from my Real Life

Operation Reload tonight was a parking lot affair but a successful one. The Contact rolled in and out of my night in a big rumbling pick up truck. Busy, busy, busy, the life of a Contact in the age of the New Inquisition. Still, the drop off came just in time. I felt a little jammed on the book and focused on a 'Shame' piece for next Monday's Naked City. Knocked out three pages before the Contact arrived. Later, after a brief consultation with the Spirit of the Pipe, I realized that the shame piece is about 250 words too long and I was in no head space to edit.

Which was the exact moment I knew exactly how to work the scene I had struggled on with the book earlier in the evening.

3 am now and I better turn in. If I'm smart I'll delete everything and start over again in the morning. But while I got clever in spades, smart is a little above my pay grade.

Well, nothing to do now but drift off to some This American Life and try again tomorrow.

Happy Wednesday!

Scenes from my Real Life

You know if I didn't love the taste of hot pussy in my mouth so much, I'd just say fuck it and go get myself a decent hooker. But for now I guess I'll be content to blow 60 to 80 bucks on a date where I hear about how awesome/horrible my buddy in LA is and end the night being told how lucky I am have made another friend. Or at least a 'friend' until they find a new beau/lover and then it's back to the silent treatment.

LOL, just kidding FB. I don't need sex or affection, I just need the opportunity to write splendidly and free of charge about your endeavors.

Comic Book Wednesday - Doom, Doom, Doom...

Terminus: "This Town's Gonna Burn!"