[b]David Sedaris
At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basket and tell myself that if I failed, at least I took a few trees down with me.[/b]
So, what’s the equivalent of that today?
I’d tried to straighten him out, but there’s only so much you can do for a person who thinks Auschwitz is a brand of beer.
Light beer at that.
I just looked at the pattern of my life, decided I didn’t like it, and changed.
Right, just like that.
It’s safe to assume that by 2085 guns will be sold in vending machines but you won’t be able to smoke anywhere in America.
He figured he wouldn’t be around then and shrugged.
Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it’s just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.
Wow, do you think that might be true here?
Kools and Newports were for black people and lower-class whites. Camels were for procrastinators, those who wrote bad poetry, and those who put off writing bad poetry. Merits were for sex addicts, Salems were for alcoholics, and Mores were for people who considered themselves to be outrageous but really weren’t.
As for cowboys, that’s Marlboro country of course.