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Still laughing, as I type . . .

I am possessed by the spirit of the pen, recast in a new, comically unlikely and unlikeable role.

I lift the can of keyboard duster to my lips.

Sunday seemed to be one those midsummer mornings. A cerulean sky and a collective lament, “I drank too much last night.”

Bret Easton Ellis, just this once
don’t talk
dirty
to me.

The morning meant hangover and strong coffee, juices delivered automatically from the smoothie bar Elena preferred.

If you are going to write about your life
You had better damn well have
One hell of a kicking life.

With apologies to Dante Alighieri, the saints, the penitent, and all of the damned.

I
Dante Dreams of a Return to Hell

Somewhere in his home in Florence there is a scrap of