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2003-08-23 - 1:08 a.m.

My excursion to Roadhouse tonight made me miss a part of River Falls I hadn't even known had become important to me-

Greasy Steve's. The actual name of the place is Steve's Pizza, but the first adjective anyone would use to describe the pizza is definitely greasy. We'd order it once or twice a week, and every time we had to strike a set late into the night, cause it was open till 3am. After eating, everyone had to heed the "Call of Greasy Steve" usually within the first 15 minutes. Those with a truly iron stomach could hold out for about half an hour, but sooner or later, Greasy Steve would bust you open like a pinata. It's good pizza, but damn, that grease was killer.

Some people use a napkin to blot up the extra grease on their pizza. I used a whole box of Tampax and still had excess grease on that sucker...

Damn. I'd like to apologize for that last paragraph. The depths to which I will delve in my attempt to find something interesting to write about. I remember a time when I tried not to use too much profanity in my writing. Now I'm resorting to crude scatological humor for a laugh.

Well, at least I'm not alone. You're all bad writers. I've been scanning through the list of people who list me as a favorite and checking out their offerings, and, well, you all suck. You're terrible writers. Now, in all cases, though, this is excusable. It is fundamentally impossible to be a good writer until you're at least into your mid-thirties, because you simply don't have enough life experience and perspective to be able to say anything really important and worth listening to. Perspective is very important. I look at what I wrote here a couple years ago and I see that it was crap. It was stupid, and I want to punch myself in the back of the head for ever having thought that it was worthwhile. And in a couple years, I'm going to look at the entries I've made in the last couple of months, and i'm going to want to punch myself in the head for ever having thought this was worthwhile. It's only after a long time, and after we've achieved some form of mental stability and balance that we can truly begin to see what is actually worth dealing with and what is just crap.

And the only one of you who I know is in his thirties has disqualified himself with his massive superiority complex which compels him to alienate himself from the rest of the world by pretending that he's actually some kind of higher life form that doesn't really belong here. Not that I don't identify with that belief sometimes, but faux-egotism and alienation are not good writing.

Attempting to prove your intellectual superiority by prattling on about how your favorite author or musician, who no one has ever heard of (conveniently) is a brilliant artist is not good writing.

Bragging about anything is not good writing.

Iconoclasm is not good writing, it's just negativity. And all of these things make you an asshole.

Whining about how you feel is not good writing, unless you do so in a way that actually moves other people.

We're all bad writers, and while we may show some potential, we'll remain bad writers for a long time to come.

Maybe Hank Williams was the only good writer who ever lived. And while disputes may exist over whether or not a particular person was any good, up to and including William Shakespeare, if you argue that Hank wasn't any good, you're wrong, and it's as simple as that. And now, They'll Never Ever Take Her Love From Me, by the Man Himself

If today the sun should set on all my hopes and cares

There is one smiling face the gods would see

'Cus she'll walk along beside me up the golden stairs

No, they'll never never take her love from me.

What a fool I was to go and break the trust she gave

And see her love turn into sympathy

It's the one regret I'll carry with me to my grave

Oh, they'll never ever take her love from me.

I'm so thankful for each golden hour of happiness

That we shared together in the used to be

Someone else's arms may hold her now in fond caress

But they'll never never take her love from me.

I thought I'd make her happy if I stepped aside

But I knew her love would never set me free

And even on the morning she became another's bride

I said they'll never never take her love from me.

Ken

Ripon's kind of a funny place sometimes.

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