A friend writes, wandering into the blog after a long absence -- it was always so quiet before; you could get a nice table -- only to encounter the crowd, the commotion:
Shit, I thought you went to Duke with Nixon.
This is a friend who tells me not to be so melancholy, so morose, so interested in my own navel. Hit 'em hard, he always says. Draw some blood. If you see a chance for the sucker punch, throw it. Dance like Ali: wink and stick the jab; wink and stick the jab.
Shall I? Nah.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment