I remember reading Hunter S. Thompson explaining why he loved the Gideons. He was a lover of powerful quotes and the bible never lacked for them. Thanks to the Gideons, he could be in any hotel or motel in the darkest seediest corner of the Western world and have access to some of the most powerful quotes this side of Shakespeare.
I understood this on an intellectual level, but had never internalized that feeling of connection with the enemy until I discovered McDonalds free WiFi. It connects me to all you lovely people at any time, in just about any city or town in the United States.
So here I sit, early on a Saturday morning, in an uncomfortable booth with a cup of bad coffee, having eaten a worse sausage burrito with the resources at my fingertips that dwarf any library in the world from a mere 30 years ago.
...and I feel the love.
They could shutoff the goddamn TV though.
Meanwhile, I only think it fair to share with you all that you are essentially my warm-up lap. I am getting ready for three hours of writing and observing over at Theo's Java Hut in Rock Island. They also got the WiFi, but they are closed at this hour.
I'm getting my fingers back into the typing, coming perilously close to that point where I am simply thinking into the screen through the unreliably analog, yet somehow glorious and therapeutic conduit of my fingers.
I have two writing projects to work on.
I understood this on an intellectual level, but had never internalized that feeling of connection with the enemy until I discovered McDonalds free WiFi. It connects me to all you lovely people at any time, in just about any city or town in the United States.
So here I sit, early on a Saturday morning, in an uncomfortable booth with a cup of bad coffee, having eaten a worse sausage burrito with the resources at my fingertips that dwarf any library in the world from a mere 30 years ago.
...and I feel the love.
They could shutoff the goddamn TV though.
Meanwhile, I only think it fair to share with you all that you are essentially my warm-up lap. I am getting ready for three hours of writing and observing over at Theo's Java Hut in Rock Island. They also got the WiFi, but they are closed at this hour.
I'm getting my fingers back into the typing, coming perilously close to that point where I am simply thinking into the screen through the unreliably analog, yet somehow glorious and therapeutic conduit of my fingers.
I have two writing projects to work on.
- A script for a second ad for Skellington Manor's Vaudeville Revue on Saturday, January 28th.
- A new chapter to my zombie novel
After that, we shoot the first ad and I edit it while hanging out at home with the boys and maybe read a chapter from my wife's Abnormal Psychology textbook.
I'm just getting to know my friends a little better.
To know you is to love you, after all.
If you enjoyed this, take a look at my short story on Amazon, To Absent Friends. If you like that, please leave a review.
Peace and Good Hunting,
Matt
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