Dear Editors,
If I don't start selling more stories, I don't know what other choice I have. I've already bought the outfit:
And here's the soundtrack for when I advertise my product on the street:
And here's the soundtrack for when I advertise my product on the street:
Let me know how the editorial letter and the outfit works. I've been meaning to redo my cover letter, and I needz some new threads ;-)
I've got an Idea (tm) for you, T.J.
How about writing a memoir about your, ahem, adventures *in* the outfit?
You could write the next Million Little Pieces, but not for pretend!
"He stepped out in his new outfit. He was unable to find a fishnet shirt in the outlet stores in Alabaster or nearby Calera, so he settled on cutting a hole in the crotch of a pair of pantyhose and wearing this as a shirt. He placed on his five-year-old's ruffled leather cowboy vest, squeezed into his wife's daisy dukes, and put on his nicest pair of flip-flops.
He stood on the edge of the dirt road. Cattle brayed and the air was filled by the scent of cow pies and a dead armadillo on the side of the road. He waited for a car to come by, but no one goes down County Road 12 after it gets dark. Besides, his was the only house on this rutted red stretch of dirt road.
He understood then why most prostitutes work in the city...."
;) - *singing* "It's Hard Out here for a Pimp" (not to mention a rural rent boy)
Life out on these dusty, dirty streets* is hard, ugly, and dare I say it? Real. They call it the "Dirty South" for a reason. I had a racoon attack me the other night. Not to mention the mosquitoes.
*dirty because they're unpaved, of course.