Sartre was a douche

The Muses are laughing at me. All seven, especially Clio, that bitch.

I could spin a tawdry tale of misspent youth. I could regale you with life on the road. I could opine upon the politics of the day. Perhaps I could jiggle your chuckle meter with a joke or anecdote.

Perhaps I will write a post telling you what I am not going to do instead.