The best part of being a writer is that you have an opportunity to create different personalities. I can be an asshole every so often, but for the most part my temperament is well balanced, some even say I’m a nice guy. The main character is a bit of a jerk as well, but he can also be a nice guy on occasion. This was a bit I ran through my head, and I might add it to Port Summerville in the next revision.
Funerals and a Buffet
Something I’ve always been curious about, was all the food the day of a funeral. I suppose it’s a way of telling the survivors, don’t worry about dinner today, it’s all taken care of. What about tomorrow? They’ll still be sad—and hungry. I’ve been to several funerals, and the Baptists and Methodists have it going on! They know how to serve a spread. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and oh my God, the desserts are to die for! Sorry. Poor choice of words.
It’s sad that I think this way, but the next funeral I go to, and right after the graveside service, I’m certain I’ll be the one to say, “Well I suppose that’s it. Let’s eat!