When People Ask What You Do, Tell

My Body Is Not Designed To Run. My Body Was Designed To Sit In An Expensive Care And Drive.

My Mother Had Been Slicing Up The Chicken. She Took A Drumstick And Dropped It On The Floor. She Kicked It Around A Little, Picked It Up And Put It On The Edge Of The Plate. "there," She Said, "we'll Give Him This Drumstick." "deal.

We Were Discussing A Grisly Double Murder And Rodriguez Was Telling Us All This In The Same Sort Of Conversational Tone A Person Might Use To Pass On A Favorite Lasagna Recipe. And I Was Responding With The Same Enthusiasm A New Cook Might Show. I Was Simultaneously Horrified And Impressed With Myself.

When People Ask What You Do, Tell Them You're A Writer. Put Yourself On The Line. Make A Commitment.

I Stuck My Tongue Out At Him Because I Was Feeling Exceptionall Mature.