A tremendous show of procrastination
I imagine that, once upon a time, I had great aspriations to post on this site; but it was summer, then (so, like, very hot out), I was in the process of moving-in with my girlfriend (only a few short blocks, but clearly a fraught decision), and I was busily conceiving of a new novel (which I’ve since begun). All of which is to say, this site/blog has been woefully neglected.
(So much so, in fact, that I forgot how to access it. For the past three days, I’ve tried every combination of password I could think of, and finally cracked the bastard. I just hope I remember what I’ve learned — otherwise, these posts might continue to appear few, and far between.)
I have some amusing anecdotes to share from the past few weeks, and I hope to do so in the following days; however, before we get this party started, I should state the following: I’ll post on the assumption that no one’s reading this. If you are — well, that’s mildly embarrassing. Perhaps, then, I should imagine a single reader — I’ll write for his benefit, and hopefully won’t swallow my tongue if/when someone actually notices, and responds in some fashion.
Clark. I had a friend in high school named Clark, and he wasn’t the sort of guy who’d spend his time reading a blog — so I’ll be addressing Clark for the time being.
Consequently, Clark looked like the Gerber baby.
