Dan Townsends Comments
I write in this voice before bed, while my wife is in the shower. I usually have thirty minutes to get something out, and it keeps me from lying in bed plotting and voicing the Big Important Project that I work on during my best hours. I think the pressure of being on the clock combined with the end-of-day slap-happiness worked in my favor.
My dad passed away when I was little, and dudes were wont to call me Buddy. I wish they would have called me Sarge, Cowboy, Dimebag, anything but Buddy.
I still dont really understand what the deal is with fishing. People, the store has fish!
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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 38 | Fall 2012