Thirteen Steps

I aspire to write.  Novels, poetry, screenplays, etc.  I’d like to travel and write.

I find inspiration everywhere.

Tartar sauce. Tartar sauce. Tartar sauce.
Tartar sauce, tartar sauce, tartar sauce, tartar sauce.
Man, how I’d like to put my face in there.
Right in there. Tartar sauce.
My hips are cold. Tartar sauce.
That’s when you know it’s cold.
I like eating pussy. Tartar sauce.
A lot of guys don’t. Well, maybe they do.
Maybe that’s just black guys. Tartar sauce.
What happened to the guy who was trying to go around the world…
…in a balloon? Did he make it?
I should put some espionage…
…or stolen plutonium in my novel. Tartar sauce.
Spice it up. Neil Young. Fuck, it’s cold!
Neil Young? Why am I thinking about Neil Young?
Neil Diamond. Neil. There’s not a lot of famous Neils.
Is this Wednesday? I wish I had two dicks.
I thought the whole family was going to learn Spanish together this year.
That never really happened.
I haven’t had a Spanish omelet in a long time.
Here we go.

-The Weather Man [Written by Steve Conrad]