Avant garde, no?

So, there I was.
Tuesday night.
Headache.
It's too fucking hot.
Sitting in a chair.
In the corner.

It's Tuesday night.

I'm listening to the Vandals.

I have my pad.

I have my pen.

Nothing is happening.

I have writer's block.

Fuck.

MOTHERFUCKER!

Think.

I click the top of the pen to reveal the writing part.

This is a good first step.

I hold the pen over the paper.

Nope.

Nothing doing.

Of course, the best way to fight writer's block is to write about having writer's block.

But.

That is cliched.
That is stupid.
That is, in a word, faggy.

Writing about writer's block? I'd like to think I have some class.

But then I thought... What if I write about having writer's block, but CLASSILLY NOT EVEN MENTION THE FACT THAT I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK!

The results were okay, I guess.

I actually wrote those in the opposite order that they appear, but hey, whatever.

Later.

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