i find myself finally, finally, finally — seated once more at my desk. in my apartment. in my bedroom. at last. the prodigal (grand)son returns. what shall i write then, to pass the woeful hours?
akie
“…well if you must go, I appreciate at least your admission of having received a lesson. Do you dare return for a second round? If you do, you will be the first!”
— [Samuel Hernandez, irate, cantankerous personage around Gorilla Coffee in Park Slope to Kyle Jaster and me as we thanked him for the (one-sided) coversation and said we had to go.. Verbally accosted us today regarding the “insouciant, imaginationless mediocrity and smug self-satisfaction” of our generation. When asked how we should call him he responded: “Samuel Hernandez — up and coming future legend, writer, genre: science fiction; sub-genre: myself.”]
