> I humble myself before you, for I am but a lowly community college
> student on a perilious quest to seek and obtain the pinnacle of
> CC achievement, the sacred parchment known to the initiated as the
> Associate of Arts degree. I have not as yet, officially, declared a
> major, but I intend to make a meager living as a writer, perhaps as a
> junior copywriter at some two-bit ad agency or submitting short story
> after story to literary journals only to be continually rejected and
> wind up working at Illuminations, the art-of-living candle store in
> the mall. Because I will have no medical insurance, I will no longer
> be able to afford my Zoloft, and will spiral into a depression that
> leaves me unable to take care of myself or pay rent. I will wander
> the streets of downtown Portland with my shopping cart filled with
> my works dating back to 4th grade and give public readings to the
> pigeons and statues in the park blocks while the Portland State
> University transfer students point to me and say "Yeah, that crazy
> chick was in my creative writing class at PCC." And all because I
> could not concieve of an idea that would justify the use of 4 pieces
> of computer paper. Please, suggest to me a character to build upon,
> a situation, what-have-you, so that I may snap out of this fog.
> In receipt of this, O' Oracle, I will name my character after you.
> Bless you, Generous deity, Guide of lost souls and Creator of all
> fictional characters.
> KerouwackedOut in Portland, OR