There’s a firehouse on my block. I call it a herohouse. That’s my little joke. I call the people who work there heroes, and the truck they drive in, a herotruck. Sometimes when I’m talking on the phone with a friend and one of those trucks comes tearing down the street, sirens blaring, I’ll say, “Hold on a sec, there’s a herotruck passing.” It’s now at the point where I have to remember what other people call them.
Unrelated to this, I just read a story, and after finishing it, no more than a second after reading the final word, I pointed at the computer on which I had read it, that is, at the monitor of the computer, that is, at the words displayed on that monitor, and yelled (to whom? for whom?), “Fucking great!”
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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