I Must Interject...

Some question arose about an earlier entry. My friend Ryk asked me if he was the idiot to which I referred when I commented on my writing class. I just want to state publicly that Ryk is most certainly not the idiot of whom I spoke. Ryk is a dear and a sweetie, who treats women in general and me in particular, with genuine warmth and respect.

The idiot in question is a small-minded, self-aggrandizing jerk, with delusions of literary grandeur, whose pretentious mouth writes checks his meager talent is completely unprepared to cash. I won't mention his name. That's how demons get called forth from the underworld.

Although, I have my doubts as to whether he could spell half the words I just used.