This is a book I'm writing for my wife. It's about a guy I made up doing things I made up for him to do. Some of his friends do things I make up for them to do, too. I made up some things that Kurt Vonnegut did for me a few years ago. I don't talk much about that, though, and it doesn't have anything to do with the book, unless you look at it in a certain way. "If you're going to read just one book this year, make it this one." -Bufford Johnson, recently unemployed
Monday, November 19, 2012
BOOK I, PART I: INTRODUCTIONS / preface
"This book is the greatest and most important work in Western civilization. It has the power to change the reader dramatically." -Ineola Sanchez, neighbor of the author
Book I
Part I-INTRODUCTIONS
preface
Once upon a time, there was a street called Cherry Blossom. Then there was me. I still am me, and Cherry Blossom Street still exists too, but not at all in the same condition as it did back then. Once, upon a much longer time ago, it was warm and cuddly, full of clean jokes and family dinners. A guy named Herman sat on one of the front porches and his wife Mabel would stitch rugs and cup coasters for their grandchildren who lived in Omaha and Texas, respectively, and who were often encouraged to move back to the town of their roots. Those days are long-gone, though, and Cherry Blossom Street is now a cracked and pot-holed version of its former self. "Time marches on, to the beat of elbows and ashes". Someone said that once...a long time ago.
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