I very seldom get pissed off enough at a person to let them have it, but I did yesterday morning in the parking lot of The Dollar Tree Store in Covington, Kentucky. He was going into the store and I was coming out.
He lives over here in Covington and considers himself a writer. Despite the fact I’ve known him for probably 9 or 10 years, I’ve never seen any of his work. He also considers himself my friend. Probably not after yesterday.
“I’m still reading you in CityBeat sometimes,” he said.
“Well, thank you,” I replied.
He smiled and said, “I could write circles around you.”
Oh. My. Wrong thing to say at the wrong time. I stared at the jackass for a couple seconds.
“Really?” I said, feeling my blood pressure rise. “I don’t see you doing it. I mean, I write every damn day trying to measure up to your expectations so maybe you can write circles around me. Odd thing is, you never do. You never write anything.”
He just looked at me, then he started to go into the Dollar Tree Store.
“All you do is talk,” I said. “Talking is a lot easier than putting together a real sentence.”
As he went into the store, I called out, “Write to me next time instead of just talking. Write!”
Am I sorry about what I said? Oh, hell no. I walked home feeling happy with myself. Yes I did.
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