REAL PRACTICE

My name is LOGAN and it's a combination of LOG and SHOGUN, never
mind the SPELLING. Somebody I play STREETBALL (styled just so, but
inside St.Patricks' gym) with told me once that if you aspire to be
a REAL WRITER, you should have a weblog for practice, so that you
write something EVERY DAY and make it INTERESTING. I told him in
response, in between wicked drives to the hoop, that I'd rather
SCORE (wink), and besides I don't have anything to SAY. Let it be
SAID: I don't have anything to SAY, let alone sayings of interest.
Not that I'm trying to be a REAL WRITER anyway; anyway what is a
REAL WRITER, i ask you, Friends, Rocky, Friends, Kojak: what is a
REAL WRITER? Is it someone who writes outside of UNREAL HYPER CYBER
SPACE in a BRICKS AND MORTAR fashion, as in LEAD PENCIL TO NOTEBOOK
PAPER, or is it someone who type type types ANYWHERE they can, or
is it someone who purports, alldaylong, to TELL THE TRUTH so HELP
THEM GOD? If I am anything at all I am a TRUTHTELLER, just ask my
hoopmates, who are Man hattan type males. I am a NON-MAN HATTAN
type female, with certain thirdcoastal longings, and I neither COME
FROM Spring St or GO TO Spring St., I DO BOTH. Explain that. As I
come and go on Monday mornings I file the men into man hattan types
and non. Rocky with a sunburn is such a one , EVEN in hoboken. man
hatten: Is it the sunburn or the hair, the glasses or the shoes?
Where are the beaches better than in Hoboken, I say? Certainly NOT
in the heady Hamptons, where Rocky mismanaged his sunscreen: to
sport a sunburn in Hoboken is to HOT, HOT, HOT. Rocky and I
mismanaged guacamole in Hoboken with another woman who knows how to
scorn the Hamptons and sunburns. Hint to the Hoboken-aspirant
ladies: you might also want california hair, a skinshirt, and fussy
shoes. FUSSY shoes are like, you know, ones you can't walk so hot
in, even though you wear them to look SO HOT. Aside from the
laides of befussed footwear , this new jersey hamlet also sports a
HOT skyline, man it is delicious, standing under a blue moon next
to the circus lodgings, aweing at the rigid humps of Manhatten
running down the hudson like the formidible spines of a WICKED SEA
SERPENT. This is why I wear my basketball shoes EVERYWHERE, even in
bars, in case I have to run.

i'm out. Logan