quitter 6 two stories available now

It has been a few years since I did something under the Quitter name, but those wild hairs just come out of nowhere sometimes and get me to put something together. The text for Quitter #6 has been sitting in a document on my computer for a long time just waiting for me to do all of thirty minutes of formatting and another thirty of printing. It is procrastination at its finest and simplest. The shorter the amount of time it takes for me to do something, the longer it will take to happen. Just ask Kristin about the piles of books, cameras and bullshit on my side of the bed.

So yeah, Quitter #6 is ready to go. As usual, the cost is $2 or whatever. An additional 80 cents covers the postage and PayPal fees. Here is a taste –

I distinctly remember second grade. It was somewhat of a turning point in my life, as much of a turning point as you can get when half your life is measured in years instead of decades.  That year I got my first and only pair of cowboy boots, a sharp toed brown and gold stitched outfit with heels and zero traction.  That year I also shoplifted a candy bar from a nearby gas station, smoked my first few puffs of a cigarette and, most importantly, got into my first real fist fight with someone who wasn’t my brother.