I Looked At Some Stories Today
New Stories. Theyre uniformly crap.
I passed over any writer names I know. PILETTE is the lone name I recognized. So he got a PASS.
I sampled a dozen stories and all are lame and failed to hook me. And I aint hard to hook. It doesn't take much. Life furnishes hooks all the time. This popped into my head, its true by the way: "Melissa was on time for our therapy session. We walked back to my office where she parked in the chair closest to me, opened her blouse, and stuck a nipple in her baby's mouth and smiled at me."
Or..."Barry and I were at The Night Owl Diner eating breakfast when two cops walked thru the front door. Both were female. One, the sergeant, reminded me of Donna Reed, the other was younger and looked like Rosie O'Donnell impersonating Donald Trump. Same build, same scowl, same orange hair. She wore a Privatres stripe on her sleeve. Donna was older than me but warn enough, if not hot; Magilla Gorilla was Barrys consolation prize. And I saw Donna first. "
The stories I sampled launched with nuthin.
THE FACT I CAN FART DOES NOT MAKE YOUR FARTS SWEETER SMELLING OR WORSE.