I stole you fig newtons

they were delicious, and I am not sorry

Being a writer kindof ruins literature for you. You read something and you pick out things you would have don differently or things you don't like rather than actually enjoying the story like you used to. You sit there and say, "nice use of parallel structure." or, "he exposed that too quickly, it screwed up the rhythm." Instead of just going, "aww, how sweet that George and Aurora got together at the end and everybody forgot about the dragon." And then you write something yourself, and because you are human, you think it is terrible. Or you read something great and get all insecure because you could never write that yourself.

At least that's how I look at it.

I was involved in a head on collision with a Jeep two days ago on my bicycle in a UNCW parking lot. I flew off my bike, clearing the jeep entirely. I landed on my knees, and they are a-hurtin'. My bike is trashed now. Front wheel, handle bars, shifters, fork, brake handles, front brake clamp, seat, and seat post are all ruined. Lookin' at maybe converting that bike into a hybrid since all i have now is the frame, back tire, and crankset. And those sweet, sweet pedals. Second brush with death in two months.

Jesus.