Heap was negotiating the reprint fee with
the editor at the mullet wrapper. He told her
he wanted $50. She snorted. “What makes you think
you are worth that?” she said. “We are a small weekly advertiser.
I wouldn’t pay that for Winston Churchill’s memoirs.”
“Rent,” Heap said. “Celebrity rent. `I am the man,
I suffered, I was there.’ Walt Whitman.
I have a voice.” Heap had a voice, all right.
But it was easy to get drowned out
in the echo chamber. What I say
three times is true. Lewis Carroll.
“The Hunting of the Snark.”
The Bellman’s rule-of-three.
The echo chamber media effect.
Hunter S. Thompson commented on
the magazine he was in. You meet the nicest people
on a Honda. Thompson got the shit kicked out of him
by Hells Angels. He said, “Exterminate the brutes.”
He didn’t mean the motorcycle crazies. He meant
Rolling Stone magazine. A writer is an ingrate
who will bite the hand that feeds him.
The Point and Shoot Weekender.
What to do in the Two Egg – Sopchoppy –
Money Bayou – Hogtown Bayou SMSA.
