So at lunch today I nip into the bathroom and am standing in front of the urinal, like most men, minding my own business, staring dead straight ahead, when someone comes and stand next to me to do likewise. So far so good. But then I hear the dreaded ‘throat clear.’ Oh man, this dude…
Month: March 2004
My Favorite Rejection Letter for a Short Story of Mine
I’m 17 years old, a sophomore in college, and I’ve just begun my 100 rejections a year or bust routine, severed all connections with writers who haven’t sold anything and were giving me bad advice, and started a weblog at geocities (yeah, I’ve been blogging/journaling for 7 years and I’m not famous like slashdot or…