Call it a love hate relationship with words relationships people places and mostly writing or art or whatever the name that gets used and made up like the names in the back of the local city tabloid straight from key west florida give it up for the beautiful summer remember gentlemen ladies work for tips and tips only – I love my shit hate my shit either way that made up name stays the same for years carrying future dreams like the old bastard in the nursing home who refuses to die because the red sox might just win the whole damn thing this time…..
Breath…..
Breathe….
Anyway….
Latley I’ve been thinking about starting a book club, an online bookclub with a few chosen elite individuals who will REALLY read the book and not just read a few passages the night before or the day of the meeting. Okay, so maybe that was always me, but it must be an out of print hard to find cool ass book that few people know about and I get to pick it.
1 hour later after receiving a phone call from my brother and finally realizing that I won’t be at Winfield this year…..
It suddenly occurs to me that I may be the only member, that in fact, I already have the club going. Damn, and here I thought I was on to something big. Oh well…I didn’t want to wait on slow readers anyway. A book of the month club? Geez….Imagine if there was a video of the month club. I know, I know, it takes longer to read a book, still though…….
Fuck Winfield, been there done that……
How about a Festival of the month club?
Damn computer is dying…..
Time to close the store……..