I feel as though we’ve gotten to the point in our reader-fake writer relationship where we can talk about the things that truly keep us up at night.
So, how are things? Has young Kareem finished his summer camp program? Are you as worried about the dolphins being held hostage under a bridge in Dora as I am?
While those are worthy concerns, I want to talk about the real reason I have sleepless nights: the choice people make of putting a plethora of stuffed animals in the rear windshield of their cars.
My first question: why?
My second question: really, why tho?
So maybe this isn’t really an in-depth analysis as much as it is an in-depth pondering into the psyche of individuals who possess the compulsion to not only purchase stuffed animals as full-grown adults, but who also have an impulse to take that purchased item and proudly display it in their car for the whole world to see.
If anybody has answers to this perplexing matter, please do not hesitate to contact me on lama@fakewriter.com.
