I thought, what should I say to this Shants person, who I didn't know until today, that says my writing sucks and that people should avoid it. I played it out in my head. I’d try to be witty and piercing, saying, essentially, do it better yourself, or ya, what do you know about it, then he’d come back trying to be educated and superior with lots of references with statements like, when are you going to get over your amateurish Kerouac impersonation, or I’ve read Burroughs and you Mr. Mayonnaise are no Burroughs, or don’t take your failed Hunter Thompson fetish out on us.

It would go back and forth a few times: I’d post my witticism and what for the response, post again. No one really wining, both of us hiding behind the computer screen pretending something we’re not, saying things we’d never say in public. What’s the point? I’ll keep it simple. Shants, let it be known I disagree with you.

Has anybody seen Deebo?

And as for you Mr. 165. Thanks for all your help along the way. Like I said to Karstens the other day, if I die tomorrow I want you to know I appreciate what you’ve done for me. There has been a pattern in my life that gets repeated over and over. Being a geek, I’ve learned to make friends with the Cool kids which by association, makes me cool. You are what I am not: Cool.

No, I don’t have a blog, I am out of copies, the “stories” and their responses can be found on this forum. Yellow Jersey in Madison has copies for sale, at least he did a month ago.