I think I can tell where you ate just by the cashier’s head scarf.
If you ever go to that restaurant and see a homeless-looking guy and a nice baba yaga looking lady, those are totally my parents.
If they were just partially your parents, your life would be more complicated.
My parents were embarrassed to show their shameful no-legged children to their friends, so they bought a couple pairs of legs from their friend, the pathologist, and now they’re only partially our parents. When we throw tantrums and kick holes in the wall they can’t really punish us.
Dennis, can you work that anecdote into something more longish, something sweet but with Meaning? Because what I think I hear you saying is that your generation feels disembodied from your parents’ generation, a feeling perhaps exacerbated by technology. You could go in several directions from here, and each of them would be fascinating! If you can pull off a few idiosyncratic stylistic turns and add a post-ironic, but reflective, tone you could be the New Voice of a Generation! I think it could work. Seriously. I’d read it.
I’ll talk to one of my writer friends and see what we can come up with. In the meantime, feel free to do with it what you will.
i doubt the guy at the register said “the tuscon weekly” he probably said the name of the paper.
i also doubt that if dorothy was still living in brooklyn she’d change whatever the name of a brooklyn weekly was called to “the brooklyn weekly”.
i don’t know what i’m sayin, exactly, i’m just sayin. maybe what i’m sayin is why the fuck am i living in milwaukee wisconsin?
Or, maybe the name of the Tucson weekly is “the Tucson Weekly”.
Only a fool turns down free food.
Especially free Pocky!
I think I can tell where you ate just by the cashier’s head scarf.
If you ever go to that restaurant and see a homeless-looking guy and a nice baba yaga looking lady, those are totally my parents.
If they were just partially your parents, your life would be more complicated.
My parents were embarrassed to show their shameful no-legged children to their friends, so they bought a couple pairs of legs from their friend, the pathologist, and now they’re only partially our parents. When we throw tantrums and kick holes in the wall they can’t really punish us.
Dennis, can you work that anecdote into something more longish, something sweet but with Meaning? Because what I think I hear you saying is that your generation feels disembodied from your parents’ generation, a feeling perhaps exacerbated by technology. You could go in several directions from here, and each of them would be fascinating! If you can pull off a few idiosyncratic stylistic turns and add a post-ironic, but reflective, tone you could be the New Voice of a Generation! I think it could work. Seriously. I’d read it.
I’ll talk to one of my writer friends and see what we can come up with. In the meantime, feel free to do with it what you will.
i doubt the guy at the register said “the tuscon weekly” he probably said the name of the paper.
i also doubt that if dorothy was still living in brooklyn she’d change whatever the name of a brooklyn weekly was called to “the brooklyn weekly”.
i don’t know what i’m sayin, exactly, i’m just sayin. maybe what i’m sayin is why the fuck am i living in milwaukee wisconsin?
Or, maybe the name of the Tucson weekly is “the Tucson Weekly”.
I’m sorry, don’t look a gift Pocky in the mouth!
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