I may be a writer
Mar 04
Let’s say, hypothetically of course, that the author of this post is a wee bit hung-over. Let’s further that assumption and say that he just ate a delicious McDonald’s sausage biscuit, and though the combination of grease and more grease perfectly nursed that hangover, he still feels guilty about having eaten it. So, in his post-drinking-but-still-drunk haze he vows to remedy that guilt with an evening run. But he knows that promise is just the drink talking. Instead, he’ll write. No calories burned, but that’s how he knows he’s a writer. He trades health for textual posterity.
