Michael Malone - Weebly

she tried, but she just couldn't read my novel. She
wants me to write for 'Marcus Welby.'"
"I told you death was in."
"Marjorem's stuff is passé. Nobody cares about the
stupid screen anymore. Now, my new film, people
watch the light coming out of the lenses, see what I
mean? Light! The meaning's in the shift of light, what it
reflects."
"Smoke?"
"Form! Form! Form!"
"I was apeshit over that animal. I mean mentally he
was a yo-yo. But, sweetie, he could ball! I was coming
three and four times a night. But after his coach
benched him, he just lay around my apartment all day in
his well-hung glory, sucking Tootsie Pops and watching
reruns of 'Gomer Pyle' on my tube. Besides, it was like
feeding a St. Bernard. Finally, I had to throw him out."
"I admit it, I'm a workaholic. I don't have time for
men. Four times a night? I couldn't fit it in. A woman
can't take time off to go whoring around like a man can.
But I'm so damn horny. Maybe I'll become a lesbian."
"Forget it. Take it from me. That takes time too,