a girl and her essay
girl writes essay
friend steps in to break essay’s knees in with a baseball bat edit
girl understands need for “editing” (i mean, come on. it’s been 6 years since i’ve written anything remotely cognitive and not just ‘i love this song!’, or ‘overly descriptive stories about a silly moment in an otherwise banal situation’ or ‘witty one-liners to accompany photographs’)
girl and friend settle on an organizational strategy and friend sends girl off to clean and bandage essay’s wounds recompile her thoughts
girl says thank you for saving me from myself
to which friend replies, “you can thank me after your acceptance, but until then we have a bit more work to do”
girl says “YES SIR!”
friend says “word.”
