Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Post Two Hundred and Nine: The Book.
I'm not asking for much. A simple black book. I don't even want a picture on the dust jacket.
For fucks sake. I don't even need a dust jacket.
Let me write a book.
I'll put my best stories in there. The profound ones and the shocking ones and the nonsense ones and the ones that make you smile and the ones that make me cry.
I'm not asking for a lot of money. Just enough to pay my way, and enough to buy one of those fans without blades. Those things are so rad.
I want a book that I've published to hand to my mum.
I want a book that I've published to hand to my grade seven teacher.
I want a book that I've published to prop my feet up when I'm resting in my coffin.
Deal? (give me).