Both of these suck, so I’m hoping together they’ll add up to something half good.
Day Twelve
Fictionalize a conversation you had in the past three days.
-So have you read Woolf before?
-No, and I’m not sure I want to.
-You, you didn’t like it then?
-Not really, I mean, it’s just a day and it was just, it seemed kinda hard to follow.
-Yeah, I can see that. But her imagery was so, so vivid. I really liked this, liked it a lot.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, I’m thinking of reading some more of her stuff over the summer, even, honestly.
-I just didn’t like it that much, I guess.
-See, I was totally impressed with it. Totally.
* * * * *
-So you’re going to, you’re going to eat a piece of paper to prove you’re more of a man than Al?
-Shut up, Dave.
-No, hang on. I’m just trying to get this straight, make sure I understand what’s going on here. You’re trying to prove you have a lot of, lot of testosterone. And you’re going to do this by eating a piece of paper?
-Dave, it’s times like this I hate you. I really do hate you.
-But, but I’m just trying to clarify this, for the sake of everyone, everyone here.
-Have I told you lately, have I told you how much I hate you?
-No, but you’ve started to eat a piece of paper.
-Dave, you’re an asshole.