In: Dotty's Diner
31 Jul 2004It was my eighteenth birthday. I was working in the Diner as usual, wanting to feel older but disappointed that nothing was actually different or even special about the day. A customer came in and sat at the counter. He was our new neighbor in the apartment building that we had just moved into next [...]
In: Dotty's Diner
16 Oct 2003All righty, then. Let’s start outlining, shall we?
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.