Today I feel a little bit like I've been beaten up. Visited my car. Pretty sure it will never drive again. It doesn't even power up. All I do is talk to insurance agents, and get told about x-rays and gap insurance. I hate driving every time I get into the rental car. I look at everyone driving and I SEE them looking at their phones, and talking on their phones, and picking stuff up off the floor of their cars, and looking into the seats next to them, and I just want to scream. I'm a…Continue
It's like when someone does a number on your car by whizzing through a stop sign at 40 mph, and you're pretty sure the insurance adjuster's going to say the thing is totaled (and it's not anywhere near paid off yet)--then, baby, you are up the creek.
So, I am up the creek with a sore neck but at least I'm not dead and thank heavens the kids were not in the car.
I really wish people would be more fucking careful.
Well, I'm a poet who rarely reads poetry, but when I hear poets talk about plagiarism, I can't believe people have the audacity to actually do that. Perhaps an unknown writer would use another unknown writer's work thinking they'd never get caught. Or it's possible that a well-known writer could plagiarize an unknown author's work. Either way, it would be completely abhorrent and reprehensible--but I suppose it actually does happen. There seems to be no limit to how creepy some people can…Continue