03 August 2011
3 fight club
if ever there were going to be a fist-fight in the naked lady bar, last thursday would've been it. when, in a conversation that enscapsulated all our insecurities and fears surrounding the very very great need to write things that will publish, the dane, sensei and i fought for a solid half-hour over the necessity of a single six word sentence.
no punches were thrown and i don't know whether that sentence will live or die but i do know this: we have a new catch phrase.
filed under: deep deep thoughts from the naked lady bar