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he drinks his beer

like others drink tea

from small ceramic cups

with thin, fragile handles

And he sits there

cross-legged

and smacks his lips

and licks away the foam mustache

and says, “Um, you know, it is not

good to write every day. You will

find it, um, quite

counterproductive actually.”

“How so?”

“The words, kiddo. They need time

to pile up inside of you.

It’s kinda like shit, you know? You

gotta give it time to gather up

in your guts. If you shit

after every meal, you’re

just not

doing the best job you can do. Ah, but

let it pile up for a few

days and then you’re making

art, alright.

Same with writing. Don’t just

write every day. It’s not healthy,

first of all, yeah, just like

shitting after every meal. I mean,

you gotta give your body time to

absorb the nutrients from food, no?”

“Eh, I… guess you

have a point.”

Yeah, he must know what he’s talking about

If not him then who? I mean,

he’s the guy who

never worked a day in his life

because he married a rich woman

who pays for his living

while he’s still trying to come

out with that bestseller

He’ll be 57 in a few

months

and growing ever fatter

while the rest of us who write every day

keep starving

You bet I look

up to him