I am a predictor. I am a hypothesizer.
One of the stories I wrote a few years ago—not the same one condemned a few weeks ago—popped up in some papers I was looking through today. It was a very rough draft, one that I had noted and highlighted and scrutinized for 10+ drafts before. The very first thing of the story, however, had nearly survived each of those edited versions in the same condition it had started in. So, more proof that I used to write a lot; the Montana reference freaks me out, as I was still one of those people (back then) that would never f-in live in Montana…and the italics of this paragraph mean I was writing in a character’s voice…
”Two Dollar Cover”
So there’s this guy, right? And he’s applying for a marine biology job. And he goes into the interview, and the interviewer asks him where he went to school, and the guy says that he went to one of the best marine biology schools in the world, renowned, expert trainers, the works. And the interviewer’s eyes light up. Like THIS!, and he says, “Well that’s great! So you have a lot of experience!” And the guy is like, “not exactly.” So the interviewer says, “But I thought you went to one of the best schools in the world, renowned, expert trainers, the works?” And the guy goes, “yeah, in Mon-TANA.” And the interviewer, speaking in a British accent by the way, says “Many oceans around those parts?”
