I Can’t Write Like Eric.
Check out how Eric described this morning on his deck.
Pretty amazing, no? He grabs the moment with a vice-like grip and only lets go once he’s squeezed every bit of beauty out of it.
If I had written the piece, it would have looked something like this:
Yo! I’m freezing my stindeens off out here. Farookin’ boids! They annoy the dogshit outta me.
I need a goddamned drink.
I can’t write like Eric, but I wish I could.
