Brenda read Charles Willeford's Collected Memoirs.
I Was Looking for a Street and Something About a Soldier.
She said she thought they were as good as Frank McCourt's
Angela's Ashes and 'Tis. I thought so too. I called a pair of
pamphlets Potter's Ashes and Taint. The taint is the perineum.
It ain't a pussy and it ain't an asshole. They didn't get much
air play. I guess nobody knew who Potter was. Or I was.
I call my last two books Collected Memoirs. at the house
and Christmas Stories. That's the theme, or is it the plot.
I am not anyone. I don't exist. I was deceiving myself.
I thought I mattered. I am a cipher. I approach absolute Zero
by degrees. Asymptotically. Each book, a little closer.