I’m in a writing rut, he IMs me
from his Deviant Psych class. Can’t even find
a better metaphor. He needs a TV
or movie pitch. I tell him to people-watch
in Santa Monica. He says those people deserve shrinks,
not TV shows. Somehow “Serial Killer Idol” emerges:
Whose MO will fool detectives this week?
Help your favorite hide the evidence!
The protagonist? A man who needs the prize
money for his girlfriend’s chemo…or abortion.
Because they’re so similar. What if
she needs the abortion because the fetus
has cancer? DARK DARK DARK 😛 he types,
followed by the apparent fact that
the dopamine in one hit of crystal meth
is the equivalent of twelve orgasms.
Someone started paying attention to the lecture.
He goes on about “crank bugs,” and I know
he’s not worried about the pitch anymore.
My work here is done.