YOUR WIFE IS HOT
I am racing away down this highway like a meteor. Christ, I’m doing eighty-five in this old truck. The wind is whipping my hair into my eyes. The hills all around me are as black as a Bible and turning slowly past me. But the dome of this night sky scintillates without changing.
Whoa! A meteor! I saw a meteor! Wow, it just scratched across half the night sky! I swear I could see red and yellow when it finally burst. A meteor is just dust just rolling through this universe in solitude for a million years. Then, by chance, it is attracted to earth where it scrapes itself into a rainbow vapor against the deceiving atmosphere.
I call myself a writer. If I couldn’t call myself a writer I’d have to blow my brains out.
When I was twelve…
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