Let Me Find A Pen

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

On second thought, I prefer a mechanical pencil. Usually the first line that I write has some crazy typographical error. I would usually think this would be the perfect line, but it’s taken.

This is no dress rehearsal. This is your life.

So I will attempt to write the opening paragraph for you.

When Mark was little, he had a duck named George. George would follow him around the yard. George liked to eat worms out of the garden. Mark did not like to gather worms with his dad. He didn’t really like fishing. George he liked fishing.

Georgie Georgie pudding pie

He kissed the girls and made them cry.

While Mark was playing baseball.


When I was in grad, school myself and three friends, we wrote a book. When I should’ve been studying, we sat around and wrote this book. The title of the book was called The Book. The opening line of that book was.

Everything is out of control and completely ridiculous.

I went to the library yesterday and checked out a book. The title of the book was The Book.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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