What can YOU say in six sentences?
I wrote a letter to the manager of a strip club, saying nice things about one of the girls, a kind of commendation I never imagined writing.
Yesterday, I rode three miles with an Apache named Frankie.
I also picked up two boxes from Kinkos, bought pickled herring and birdseed, ate a ham and cheese sandwich with chemical-tasting cheese, and got my red pen ready to attack the novels, one in each box, no agent or publishing house in sight.
A baby mouse came and sat on my foot, but he couldn't stay so I swept him outside with the broom.
I saw a wedding cake in a freezer and my dead grandmother's handwriting, my own eyes looking as if I had been in a prize fight, and I guess I was, but I didn't win the prize.
The stripper's name was Mercy.