Monday, May 24, 2010


I was on vacation awhile back with my pal LB and we were walking back from having a beer and picking up dinner to go. I was telling her a story about either my nutty family or my oddball friends and she said, "Dude!" (She sounds like a hobo surfer even though she's a librarian from Connecticut.) "You should write this sh*t down!" At that very moment, I stepped on a cracked old Bic pen that had probably fallen out of someone's garbage in the alleyway we were walking in. I took it to be a sign, so here I am. (I kept the pen, btw.)