I walked out on open mike night. It used to be my favorite night of the week. But no more.
I had an item in the paper, but no byline. Getting paid makes it OK.
Prose is so much more responsible than poetry.
Stopped at a bar for a beer. had two. Is everyone on crack these days or is it just poor manners? I'm sick of watching drunks yell at each other.
the woman who stole my bike and camera is in jail on felony grand theft. I'm eligible for crime-victim counseling, but I just want someone to tell me how to know who's lying.
Being ripped off sucks but the con-job feels like someone raped my mind. or is it just my fault for being credulous?
crawdiddlydad@yahoo.com
I had an item in the paper, but no byline. Getting paid makes it OK.
Prose is so much more responsible than poetry.
Stopped at a bar for a beer. had two. Is everyone on crack these days or is it just poor manners? I'm sick of watching drunks yell at each other.
the woman who stole my bike and camera is in jail on felony grand theft. I'm eligible for crime-victim counseling, but I just want someone to tell me how to know who's lying.
Being ripped off sucks but the con-job feels like someone raped my mind. or is it just my fault for being credulous?
crawdiddlydad@yahoo.com
celainen:
hi.
good for you with getting published. interesting question wrt how to know who's lying. truth is, you can't know. whether it's your fault or not, since you're asking for opinions, i say, fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me. so, you were raped. not your fault. interesting how you so parallel sex-rape victims, who also often wonder/think it was their own fault. in a way, that is my world too.