$$ Writing Contests $$

I’m writing an autobiography called The Busiest Loser in the World.

An alternative title is You Should Have Killed Me When You Had the Chance.

I was mowing the brown leaves yesterday when I wondered if I should start a writing contest. I would issue a prompt here at this blog. My readers could then write something in response to that prompt, submit it, and win as much as twenty dollars.

That’s enough to get a tattoo of a line that’s half an inch long. Anywhere you want it on your body, that line is yours. It’s the shortest distance between two points, and it’ll be with you even after you die.

I'm sure I won't do anything at all.

But I want you to know you are wanted. You are needed.

You are loved.

Maybe not by me, let's admit it. But I'm sure somebody out there thinks you matter.

It’s pretty cool.

On April 10th, I wrote in my Notes app, “No one in this city has ever had sex.”

What did I mean by that?

Sound off in the comments.