The Ten Dollar Gift Card. Chapter 520.
Our heads are round so that our thoughts can change direction. I did not say that. Fellow dilettante Francis Picabia did. Picabia said, “If you want to have clean ideas, change them like shirts.” While I rarely abandon ideas, preferring to polish them, I have often been accused of being predictable in my unpredictability.
I do generally believe that conventional wisdom is a lie.
I turned down a ten dollar gift card today even though I had earned it.
Some days, a man just wants to sit next to an autographed photo of Delta Burke.
Remind me to tell you the story about the poem that so impressed Barbara Bush on May 25, 1990. That poem is a doozy. I like it, too. It is about Wellesley Girls. It is pure poetry.
I always get lumped in with the poets. I think much of that to do with the fact that I care nothing about plot.
This is New Orleans. Welcome to my world. I turned down a ten dollar gift card today even though I did the work to earn it. I prefer cash. I will tell you about it all behind the paywall because I am going to talk like Archie Bunker behind the paywall and I suspect free subscribers have more delicate sensibilities than people who are used to me speaking my mind for money.
You should become a paid subscriber. There is nothing shocking behind the paywall, it is more of the same only more finely refined, like fine wine or limburger cheese, Portuguese sardines, or Malta olives.
Have you ever had supermarket sushi? Going behind the paywall is like sitting at the bar watching the chef roll rice around his choicest futumaki.