Writers are like vampires.
We steal the stories and feelings from others and then breath new life into them...
making them our own unliving creations.
Eventually, they will roam the night... via the Internet... and seduce others to our way of rife and life.
In that way, the writer as a vampire... lives forever.
I want to suck your story. Blah.
PS: I wrote this at the 4C
bar... on a napkin... and then wrote it in a notebook of mine... it
must have been when I was having my one and only Bloody Mary.