Dear Covid Diary,
I keep wondering if I ever experienced anything like this Covid-19 thing in a previous life. It seems eerily familiar.
Thinking about it, I do remember a few past lives. I think.
In the 1940s I was a Nazi but only because I was into fashion. In this life, I have always loved the UPS Drivers’ outfits.
In the 1890s I used to cut hair. There were three of us and we sang. It always felt like it was missing something.
I had a powdered doughnut biz in the 1700s but everyone was going Keto. So I tossed the powder on their wigs and quit.
Around the year 33, I was a wood craftsman and could put together simple wood structures. Met this guy Jesus one afternoon just hanging around. I told him he was in great shape. He said he did Cross Fit.
Spiritually yours,
Brian
See my Amazon author page and buy my books.
His first manuscript was composed entirely of punctuation marks and confused sketches. He's since published "Not Bukowski" (poems that don't rhyme) and "Slop and Swell from a Festering Mind" (essays so concerning that bookstores check on his well-being). He once spent three hours photographing a rare bird that turned out to be a plastic bag, and he's the only person banned from church bake sales for "weaponized brownies." Inheriting absurdism from Vonnegut and Adams, sprawling narratives from Irving, and weaponized failure from Moore, he writes about conflicted everymen struggling through supernatural chaos.
He has two new, offbeat novels waiting for an agent or a publisher: "Truth Tastes Like Pennies" and "Elliot Nessie."
He remains unconvinced that birds aren't surveillance drones.
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