justwrite 1 november

Just like your last meal, this more or less starts at a grocery store. I don’t mean it’s your Last Meal as in like The Last Supper and someone painted you and your friends waiting to eat food for hours while the details were worked out with all the clothy folds and the soup got cold. It probably wasn’t your Last Meal as in you’re going to be put to death shortly because the likelihood of you reading this book in that small interval is very very slim and even if you’re in that general situation there are lots and lots of chances that you’re in some state where enough judges and lawyers and doctors have read enough tenth-grade persuasive research papers that the date of your execution has been postponed indefinitely until all of the MLA formatted citations are checked for accuracy because they make a good point. Plus, if you’re reading this at all, you’re probably not ever going to die anyway, so let’s just relax.