Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Fourth Wall

"I almost cry from the beauty of his word selection – so perfect I couldn’t have written a better line of dialogue if I wrote from now until my end. I want to spit something like “Fuck you” but, realizing I am Julian Ciardha, and not some character in a book, put on my subtlest, most plastic grin, and just halfheartedly say “Sure” before getting up and leaving the office and going to the washroom where I crumple his business card with my appointment time and lob it into the urinal and empty my bladder."

-M