May 2010
12 posts
well, crap
[When Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people....
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The Fall Elections
There is a small mayor in charge of my body. He sits in his office writing up bills, signing things. Sometimes he paces back and forth in his tiny office. I dont know where the tiny office is. Somewhere in my body I suppose. I have a suspicion that it may be somewhere in my lower abdomen—I have had more gas over the past couple years, which coincidentally started about...
