O Muse, Impoverish Me With Your Beautiful Art

This post is primarily for Aaron and Vinnie, my oldest and bestest friends, who will immediately get the joke. If anyone else gets a chuckle out of it, then that's just gravy on the cake. (Who puts gravy on cake??)

After work today, I had the opportunity to correspond with a psychologist - a friend and fellow alumnus. Don't worry, he wasn't diagnosing me (I hope). He was explaining some disorders to me for material in a short story I'm working on, which has a tentative yellow light for being published (will have a more definitive answer about that after June).

Anyway, the funny punchline is that the character in question is a homeless man, and I - like a homeless man - was scribbling notes on an empty brown bag (Bruegger's Bagels, if you must know).

:D