A freelance writer in his mid-40’s lists the things that he wants to do before, you know…

A Short Romantic Vignette.

Opinion piece on what I think my opinion is about the condition of the world.

A man is walking down the street, tripping, falling awkwardly, his hands and legs cast apart, his suitcase opened, papers out, his hat is hanging on the tree, his pants are torn.

There is no background story. This is abstract and funny.

Or take this: the same man is having a fight with his wife, they curse and shout, then one of them trips, falls awkwardly, hands and legs cast apart, everything around falls too.

There is some background story already. This is less abstract. But still funny.

Alright, now take this: our hero is in Iraq, trying to save the life of a bomb explosion victim, making his way through debris and ruins. He trips and falls awkwardly, his hands and legs cast apart, I bet his pants are torn. Would you still laugh?

Liar, liar pants on fire, Hanging from telephone wire.

You know him well, the Playwright who wrote all the plays of Willy Shake-his-Spears…

Just for the fun of it all: a review of my favorite writers on Triond, written by a Jack Nicholson kind of a Joker, coming to get you as in The Shining, peeping through the bathroom door, yelling: “Wendy!” – And swaying this bloody axe of mine…

Featuring Calamity Jane, John Wayne, Jean-Paul Van Damme and Bad-Ass Jack Nicholson!