Wow. I really did it. I finally stopped my normal(sleeper) life for a few minutes to start a blog. Granted, I would have loved for this process to have been expedited a few years ago. Graduate stellar University(check), backpack across the globe(check), work as assistant editor at some publishing house(check), split a one bedroom Manhattan apartment with at least one hormonal and competitive young woman or gay man(check), write great American novel before 25(check), stare intently at the pond in Central Park wondering where the ducks have gone(check), land a regular writing gig like Woody Allen or David Sedaris at my beloved New Yorker(cliche, yes, but true - check), live off royalties and live a long, adventurous, prolific writing life like Graham Greene or Gabriel Garcia Marquez(check).
Where did I go wrong?
Well, I guess we could start with "Stellar University" and move forward.
A Pool Hustler's Daughter grows up in subterranean America. She dreams big, hustles daily and loves her Daddy. With empathy, fascination and grace she navigates and inhabits every tier of society; sees beauty and hope and magic in all things; respects and lives by the "mitzvah."
A Pool Hustler's Daughter calculates the trifecta payout at the racetrack, hides money on three parts of her body, has an arsenal of "Uncles," and keeps a baseball bat by the front door. She values friendship, loyalty and experiences over "things." Like her father, she seeks to learn "The secrets of the universe" and believes "Life ain't on the square." She applauds the self-made and those who learn to "overcome" their circumstances. Her door is always open for a sofa to sleep on, a hot meal, or an eager listener for a life story.