Autobiographical
by Jeff Goode
copyright © 2007

This is a true story. Which means, of course that it’s not that interesting. True stories never are. I don’t expect mine to be any different. But "Write what you know", that’s what they say, isn’t it? At least that’s what they say to me. I hope I’m not the only one they say it to. I hope it’s not just their way of saying, "You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! Try writing something you do know the hell about, cuz you’re driving us crazy with your cockamamie fantasies that are completely implausible, which pulls us right out of the story before you even get started. You four-eyed bastard." I hope that’s now what this is. Just a backhanded way of getting in a cheap shot at my mother and my eyesight. The woman’s dead, for God’s sake. Let her rest in peace, will ya?

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