this one
didn't start out as it is now. it was much less of an entity. i showed it to
my old bfgf writing partner and he spent some time with it. i went for
coffee. then for breakfast. then for lunch. and finally, for dinner. when i
returned, a look of frustration had left his face.
"its much better now. i fixed it"
he added
and subtracted, added and subtracted. he sang some too. wow. what a
makeover. or makeunder. or makedown. or makeout.
what's left
for us? where are our scraps? what's our chance of winning?