And as always the voice of my conscience was played by Frank Sinatra, is that how you spell conscience?

Psssst, hey Boz, you there?

Uhhh, yeah. Hold on, I just got an email.

Ok, sure.

Back.

Who was the email from?

No one, it was spam. So, what do you want?

Nothing much, I was just wondering what you've been doing lately.

Hmmmm, well, I've been reading a lot. I'm on my fourth book this month. I think this month.

Oh yeah, I read your posts about the first three. What are you reading now?

I'm reading Closing Time by Joesph Heller.

He's the guy who wrote Catch-22 isn't he?

Yeah, he did. This is a sequel written in perspective some 35 to 40 years later.

Do you even know what perspective means?

No, but it makes that sentence flow, doesn't it.

I suppose so. What else is going on?

Wait a second. Don't you want to hear about the book I'm reading?

Ummm, yeah, I guess so.

Let's see, belle sent it to me because she felt guilty about sending me a copy of Catch-22 that she had written in and highlighted.

Belle?

Yeah, you know belle, the hypochondriac who used to have a blog and sort of disappeared who only shows up every once in awhile to tell me what she had for lunch and that she is sure she is about to die from eye cancer, or knee cancer, or ear cancer, or that blood is flowing out of some orifice in her body that usually isn't associated with blood flow.

Oh, that belle. Go on.

Go on where?

Go on telling me about the book that belle sent you.

That's it, I'm done.

I thought you were going to review the book.

Why would I do that?

Are you actually reading the book?

No, not right at this minute, but I was reading it a half hour ago. Yossarian and his son are talking about Dante, and that was kind of boring, so I put it down, and watched a French movie for about five minutes, and then I came in here, hahaha, came in here ... NOT!!!

Anything else?

Anything else what???

Are you doing anything else that might be interesting.

I started another diet. JESUS FUCK!!!

What happened???

The wind just blew my bedroom door shut and it scared the Jesus Fuck out of me.

You say fuck a lot, don't you.

I write it more than I say it. I usually only say it when I'm alone.

If you say fuck while you're alone are you actually saying it?

Huh? Oh, if a tree falls in the woods yadda yadda yadda, I get it.
I'm going to go check out the basketball game on Channel 73. I'll catch you later.

Hey ...

What???

Nothing.

Later then.

(Hmmmm, I wonder where Boz keeps all his good porn.)