Monday, June 23, 2003
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Gav: The instructor and I had creative differences and I stopped attending class, but after the drop deadline... Apparently back then, my life was lacking in sufficient hardships to write poetry.
Suzy Gee: Lacking in hardships? Didn't he see your real name on the class roster?
Gav: Ha ha. Very funny. I don't have to drive you HOME, you know.
Suzy Gee: I just want to know how you end up with a name like that...
Gav: It was a long, difficult labor. Mom must've seen a bottle on a supply cart on the way to the delivery room and, through drugs and homones, convinced herself it was a REAL name. Dad just preferred to avoid arguements. [sic]
Suzy Gee: You were a difficult labor?! No!
Gav: Keep it up, Ms. Gee. I feel a poem coming on: "There once was a blonde forced to hitch..."