So, lemme' lay it all out for you.
Trying to get to sleep yesterday, I had a radical idea for a story
I worked on it all day and it should be submitted in a few hours, hopefully
It is not however, one of the stories I mentioned in my other blog.
So, lemme' lay it all out for you.
Trying to get to sleep yesterday, I had a radical idea for a story
I worked on it all day and it should be submitted in a few hours, hopefully
It is not however, one of the stories I mentioned in my other blog.
And had a very interesting conversation with a youngling.
I was seated at a table reading through a book on dreams when a guy, roughly 15 walks up to me. For the ease of the readers, I'm simply going to have his lines be marked as "Douche"
Douche: Hey kid, do you know what swag is
Me: *without even looking up* I'm not a kid, I'm almost 20, and yes, I do know what "swag'' is. Or what people think it is.
Douche: Then what is it smarty-pants?
Sorry I haven't updated the story in a while. I know you all got used to only waiting a couple days, but I've been distracted by a few other stories I've been reading.
Which brings me to what I made this blog to say. I've had a couple awesome story ideas and I've got to get a plot drawn out for them before I do anything else. You know how it is, you have an idea that won't let you work on anything else.
I was on my way to Taco Bell about an hour ago for some 10PM burritos. Hey, that shit's magically delicious.
So I passed a gas station and a cop car immediately pulls-up behind me and flashes their lights. I'm thinking What the hell? I'm a good person. I didn't do anything wrong!!
I pull over on a side street and this is what happened: