"You know what I hate?"
I put my drink down, "Hondas?"
"What the?" He spit an ice cube into his glass. "What kind of a weirdo do you take me for, boy?" He put his glass down. "A Honda? That's a good, reliable car. Nobody in their right mind hates a Honda."
"Sorry. What do you hate?"
"I hate the guy on the bus who's reading a book." He picked up his drink. "No, let me clarify that point. I hate the guy on the bus who's got the book he's reading up in the air and angled just so." He crouched down in a riding on the bus and reading a book position. "He's got that book way up high so everyone can see the cover."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. The asshole this morning had his neck all twisted and cocked just so he could yell to the bus, 'Look at me! I'm reading a goddammed romance novel.'" He stood slowly and held onto the bar. "You can't judge a book by its cover, but you sure as hell can judge a man by his book's cover."
I threw an anonymous site together in 2004 as sort of a repository of raw notes, stories, ideas and pictures. I kept my name off the site so that I could really let loose and say anything I wanted.
Four years later I realized that:
A) I didn't have anything that needed to be anonymous.
B) Few people stumbled upon the site.
C) Most who did promptly left.
D) The whole thing was damn ugly and difficult to navigate.
It was time for a change.
I took out the trash, spit shined the leftovers and did my best to turn it into a typical, self-serving, narcissistic, personal shrine to myself. Don't you just love it?
If so, be sure to hit the contact page and let me know what you think. Feel free to tell me how neat I am and how amazing and life changing you found my website. No, really, do it. Now.
Please? Seriously. Maybe we can like meet up and hang out or something. I like lunch. In fact, I eat lunch almost every day. What's that? You eat lunch, too? See, we have so much in common. I knew we'd be pals! I'm so glad you contacted me via my website.
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