9426. SO

SO

So, running down the street takes all

sorts of energy. And my coat is now

flying as I talk.  For breakfast, I had

nothing. Never do, and the same for

lunch. If life was a game (it is, I have

a hunch), I could win the starvation

prize for waiting.

-

One time, in a vat of de-natured alcohol,

Laurie Anderson said she once went

an entire Winter without a Winter coat.

So. Big deal to that, I say. Whoever

thinks of that as an achievement

has another thing coming.

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So, I used to be a prono star, but way

back, before they filmed the stuff like

they do now. Another time of my life,

I kept a colored notebook with a

different shade for each day. It was

difficult to find (365 shades), and I

had to go to one of those travel-journal

notebook companies to get it made.

-

But, boy, were they a pain to deal with:

mostly fussy ladies who only liked other

ladies and never took tea with men. If

you know what I mean. Thy thought 

having a little journal in which to write

while you sat in some cafe dreaming 

about your life was the greatest thing

in the world. I had to tell them to get

a grip ('cause I knew they'd never grab 

me). I got it done. It went down easy.

-

So, a year later the notebook was filled.

I sold it to Putnam for 35 grand. They have

it still, and I got my advance of 17 thousand,

but the rest I'll probably never see because

it's contingent on them printing a product.

They've said my 'tone' has gone out of style.

I told them so has theirs.