Monday, December 20, 2010

Curb Your Enthusiasm

It has been an hour since I sat down to write my story. Since then, I have been standing up and walking around like a teenager who just had a blowjob offer.

A voice started talking in my head.

"Remember the titties, Amir. Remember the titties."

Yes. I remember the titties. Such promise, such elaboration. Such illusion, for such a small point.

Take a deep breath. Relax. Curb your enthusiasm, Amir. One step at a time.

I am so fucking cool.