| Comment: | Life has been good. You've had no time for dark poetry or drunken, all- night insult contests at the chess club. No time for Jim Eadon's novel, and THAT is a shame. You're tired but for once it is a physical exhaustion that stresses you so. Not enough time...Not enough time, even for sex. Life is good. Jim Eadon's novel gets posted chapter by chapter, week after week and it's no longer even a speed-bump in your week. Ogo has become just a guy at the chess club; no longer the frothing at the lips literalist loon. Jim is on the beach, sitting on a chair, looking over this vast collection of spilled consciousness and taking pride, because life has been good. |
