The Opening Salvo of my Life
Sorry about the distance between posts. Coming home at night and facing the full wrath of the UCC is not conducive to creative writing, I’m afraid!
On this rainy Saturday afternoon, though, I believe I have composed the first line of my as-yet unconsidered autobiography. I believe it will read the following:
“Yay Panera,” he sighed contentedly as he fired up the free internet and stared at a ceasar salad so covered with chicken he could hardly see the lettuce…