081613 #worm He wore Izods. So did I. He wore Levi's. They looked nice but I didn't know why. Wouldn't have occured to me even to wonder why. Wasn't aware I was impressed. Scott said he died of cancer. Lucky bastard. He said my story about Superquack's fart-propelled flying was "crude." He hoped I wouldn't pick the Hairy Elbow Show for my week's favorite story. I did anyway. He had some things to learn too, you know what I'm saying? I taught him some things. I'd like to think so, anyway. David Sides's story about masturbation and being gay--that was crude. There are a lot of different kinds of crude in this world. Killing a guy so sweet and so beautiful--a guy who made us--let us!--write a story EVERY SINGLE DAY--with cancer? God, now that's crude.