I wrote earlier this week that my story — vaguely, it’s about Newman and the MIAA — would come out Sunday. It’s not. It’ll be out sometime in the next week, though. The reason? Nothing scandalous. Look at the story like a movie — a really, really good movie that you have to go see — that picks a release date against a blockbuster that’s going to stomp the competition. And the first movie decides that maybe, if they want any box office, it better pick another weekend. Because the blockbuster is going to kick everyone’s ass. The story that moved is my baby. But it’ll be out in the next week, and it’s as promised.
I’m out. Ta.
I guess I’m like the SATs at Memphis … I’m going to make this real easy for you. Here’s what I mean:
BLOCKBUSTER
MOVIE THAT MOVED, AKA MY STORY
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Good God! That’s like the most confusing blog ever. And are you, TA, saying you’re a 1930s-type bank robber?
What I’m saying, GardenMike, is … yes, I am a 1930s-type bank robber. You’ve got me. I’m caught like Dillinger.