Justin Stone's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Saturday, March 28, 2009

I was talking with a peer at my present dayjob and I mentioned to her that I was trying to write comedy, that I wanted to write comedy, and she looked at me, dead serious, and said, “Don’t you have to be funny to do that?”

I stood in the mouth of my cave and blinked.

I said to her,

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The show begins, finally, once you are bald, once you have tumbled down the mountain. The show will be a half mile outside town. Me and Tim Sleep and Jakespeare and Petrified Forrest in The Assassination Of Justin Stone By The Coward Justin Stone.

Smell the creek on this one.

I love you!