Do I stop at this corner? I’ll let the light decide. Can I smoke in this area? Maybe there’s a sign somewhere. What should I do with my life? Well, my family and guidance counselor agree I would be a good teacher… What kind of an approach to life is that!?
I’ve often feared that what I really am isn’t a fiction writer or a comedian or a social critic, but a poet, and not even a good one at that. I can think of few things worse in this life than having one’s calling be the pursuit of finely-crafted verse.