My grandmother makes more money than you do

Well well-a-well,
I printed off the last sheet and got to the post office 5 minutes before closing, got the precious post-date stamp, got the grant application out of my hair. Then I went next door and spent 10 dollars on gourmet chocolate for dinner. Well well-a-well, I think I deserve it. I ate some on the way home and laughed out loud when I heard myself think, "This is it, baby. You're an artist. This is your life." Jesus Mary & Joseph - so it is.

Now I get an hour of lying-around-reading-Bukowski time. Nothing takes the edge off a grant-writing-hangover like Bukoswki. Real plain, real dirty.

"You and your typewriter. You and your tiny checks. My grandmother makes more money than you do!"

This is it, baby.
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