Apparently after three drinks is the right time to write. I’m not sure this is true. Right now, I am in that space, because I’m with friends who are going to a concert. And so far I have discovered that my triceps are awesome, I like doing slant pushups and feel open to sharing that with people after drink number 2.5. Also, I like red lipstick more right now and I think everything is funnier.
I don’t think this has improved my writing. Especially since I almost just misspelled that word — “writing,” which is what I’m doing.
And, my friend Sam wants to make it known that the porn industry is not susceptible to recessions.
It’s like chocolate. Apparently.