You know what? For what it's worth, I'm going to call myself
a writer.
I know you don't care and you'd rather be reading a real one,
but at least
I can say I'm something more than a broken-down washer and
dryer
Rusting in a weedy yard in Tuscaloosa. I wouldn't dare assume this
title if I
Weren't showing up every day - writing something. Something mostly
equates to shit.
But shit - albeit rancid - does make for great fertilizer.
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