Posted in Life, Literature, Philosophy, Prison on February 25, 2009|
Last night I went to bed thinking about how I could write a book if I were real wise (Dobson) insightful (Yancy) profane (King) or trendy ( I don’t know I don’t read trendy authors. Think Oprahs Book Club).
Since I’m obviously not wise or insightful I thought profane. But no. I just don’t have it in me. Baby-killer is STILL trying to get me to curse. So I opted for trendy. I know I said I didn’t read those but I’m a liar. I just got done reading one of Oprah’s Book Club selections and I swear it was the most dull book I’ve ever read. But it was long and in prison you do what does your time (see thats the kind of line that would be in a trendy book. I might be good at this).
So. Seeing as how I’m bored to tears I thought I’d relate a little tale. Wrote a story about it. Wanna hear it? Here is goes…
The eighteen wheeler jerked as he shifted from first. The tail lights fuzzed through the dust it kicked up and seemed to wink at me as if they knew a secret I didn’t. They left and never told me. I looked around. The desert was a deceiver just like the one-armed man waving from the Strip in Vegas. Smiling and waving.
It was night and it was cold. The wind ripped through my tshirt and shorts. Just this afternoon it was 118 degrees in the shade. Now it was 20 degrees in the shade. The wind assaulted me like a billion little glass daggers ( yes, I said a billion with a B, in trendy writing you can’t just say you’re cold).
I looked up and saw a million stars. Winking at me. A million celestial truckers driving into eternity with secrets that they can’t or won’t or don’t ( yes, can’t – won’t – don’t, you HAVE to love absurd sentences) share with me. I looked both ways and crossed the two lane highway to the truck stop. (Have to have the ambiguous ending).
Well, there goes my first little foray into trendy writing. Send me an email at kissit@gmail.com
Next installment I’ll write and use obscure literary and cultural references that no one gets but everyone pretends to so we can all look like we know about something more than American Idol and L.C. And after that, I’ll use big words EVER fewer people understand. NYT Bestseller List here I come.
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