Flying nuns don’t pay
January, 2003 I was riding the 4E (now the 4K) to work at about 7:00AM. I sat down in the frontmost frontward facing seat. A guy was sitting in the side facing seat directly in front of me, declaring to the world that the media makes people less creative, and he looked to me for comment, so I told him that I write, and I don’t watch television (I still don’t actually). Continue reading ‘Flying nuns don’t pay’
