Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Friday, July 09, 2004
Baby did a bad, bad thing
You know how people joke about people with attention deficit are easily distracted by shiny things? Yeah, Mother and I, after having lunch at a Rodney's, had to walk past Highland Jewelers to get to The Pimp, and, well, $650 later between the two of us ... hey! it was a 50 percent off sale! Back off, man! Mother's always wanted a diamond anniversary ring, but she and Dad didn't always have the financial wherewithall to do it! And they would've been married 41 YEARS this year! She's entitled! (I, on the other hand, probably didn't need the two lovely little diamond-cut, 14kt white and yellow gold chains I bought, and they really aren't that sexy with a 1998 Guinness Fleadh t-shirt. But with either my little white Old Navy or little black Pearl River t-shirts? They're going to be cute.)

So, does anyone know where I could find and electric copy of the short story "Whup-eyed Rhea and the Kankakee Meteor Shower"? It's by an indie author named Karl Koweski, who publishes primarily on the Innernet, but this particular story comes from a book he published entitled Playthings, a collection of short stories. Anyway, that particular story is based on a real-life incident of which he and I were a part (12 years ago, he went to school where I did for a year), and not only does he apparently name me in it, but I guess he portrays me in a really unpleasant light, to which I say, "Excellent," because from what I've read of this guy's writing so far? He's fucking brilliant -- think Bukowski -- and if I provided some sort of place for him to be as good as he is, I'm all about it. Besides, I barely knew the guy, so I'm confident that whatever he had to say was written without him having an axe to grind with me.

So, if y'all know where it is, point me there (or e-mail me the salacious bits about me so I can get all litigious and have a cow and be all indignant over someone else's success so I can focus on just me! me! me! Because everything's all about me, anyway, doncha know?)
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It is the job of a good person to be honest. To be self-aware. To deliberately explore the fault lines of your character and try desperately to not inflict suffering in this strange, ghost-ridden world of worked and fabricated objects. Sometimes the jobs of writer and good person coincide. But more often they don’t. There are way more writers in the world than there are good people.

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