i never claimed to write perfectly but i hope to write often.

There was a man in my stairwell that I had never seen before. He tipped his hat as I passed by and told me that my step mother was a block away, buying oranges at the corner store. I do not have a step mother, I replied. And if I did, she would not like oranges, I added. But he, he was persistent.


This did not happen to me. It never happened to anyone I know. But it popped into my head.

One, because I am a strange boy. Two, perhaps I will never understand.

I never claimed to write perfectly but I hope to write often. I certainly never claimed to write purely non-fiction.