The other day, I sat at a lunch counter attempting to read and write, but the men next to me were so loud and irritable that I succumbed to distraction by writing down key words from their conversation.
This Is What Unhappy Assholes Sound Like
(Or Maybe They’ve Just Forgotten Who They Are)
Then, at the top of my journal page over the list of words, I wrote in big letters, YUCK ALERT. I’ll use their acridity as additional motivation to write the best stories I can. Must fight off dead-bullet-Wednesdays with vim, if not vigor.