Tuesday, March 21, 2006

first line

i thought of a great first line for a story:


"i didn't meet my father until he was 27, the exact age i am now."


i don't know where it should go from there. straight down the toilet i guess.



books

still re-reading othello. started leaves of grass by walt whitman. i suppose someone else has already make the remark somewhere but i kept thinking that whitman is to america what wordsworth is to england.

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