You’d think that a writer would sit down with a topic and plow the fields of their mind for information relating to that topic. Nope, not me. For me, writing is kind of like talking to the cashier at Whole Foods, just an outpouring of incoherent information that no one asked for. Hey, how’s your night? Don’t look at my feet, I don’t have shoes on. It’s because I just went roller skating and I prefer to drive with no shoes on, which is technically illegal but I might get my master’s in public policy so that I can someday advocate on my own behalf and that of other barefoot-driving enthusiasts. Also, I’m trying to start a revolution. I can’t believe people buy figs when they grow all over LA. Can you? When was the last time you plucked a fruit from a tree and ate it right then and there? Hey, I said don’t look at my feet!
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