Whenever I reach what could be considered a writer’s block (which, for me, could range anywhere from substance abuse benders to having too little or too much sex), I like to read some of the old stuff I wrote and feel good about myself. Or, I just engage in utterly pointless conversations for entertainment and self-gratification. Damn, I’m witty and charming, and being good looking is just an added bonus. Below is a conversation I had four years ago via e-mail which I subsequently published into a piece.
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