Dec 21, 2011

Now I Understand Ulysses, Kind of

The unemployed saxophonist up on the third floor was raping my eardrums. Man, that brass noisemaker of his was louder than a troop of howler monkeys. I went up the stairs and knocked on his door. Son of a bitch stopped at once. Pretending you’re not home? Gee, that’s cute.


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Let it never be said that Start Your Novel isn't an educational blog - here's a video on howler monkeys.




Imagine living in their neighborhood.

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