“Yeah, I can write you a story.”
“How soon?”
“Do you have a pen?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Jake. Do you have anything going?
“Some things are going, some things are stalled. Some got caught in the morning fog on the way here.”
“Some gin-sodden?”
“Hey fuck off, Bill! Whiskey-sodden. I can’t stand the taste of gin.”
“Please be serious about this, Jake. We need something from you soon or else we might be going down with you.”
“Alright, Bill. It’s alright. I’ll pull myself together, just for you.”
My your hand have always pen at hand !
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Jake and Bill, and gin and whiskey, eh? Reminds me of something I read not too long ago. Nice.
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Thank you — I think all of my favorite authors subconsciously inform my own prose writing.
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Do you have a pen? : ) Don’t know what I feel but I feel something.
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If the piece has achieve that, even once, then I am grateful. Thank you for reading.
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