this morning #281.

this morning, everyone was so darn proud of how he’d vowed aloud to become a better writer. in fact, when he screamed it like he meant it at the urging of his creative writing professor, even he felt a little pride. well…it was mostly pride with a healthy portion of prejudice thrown in. his classmates were like frightened mailmen. they wouldn’t know a good metaphor if it bit them in the ass. he knew he could run circles around them when it came to putting something meaningful on the page but as the only member of the class who’d ever been on tv, they looked up to him, so he played it cool. if they needed him to join in their inspirational shouting, he’d give them his very best bellow.