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Mar 21

A Month Of… Bugs!

What is up with people voting for bugs? Why did I do that with you?

What are you going to do?

The official directions this month are Find a Bug… Fix a Bug. And while I have no idea where I’m going to take this topic — I’m super duper looking forward to this Month’s completions by our hosts, Polly, Duo, and Cory.

Google says:

If you’re looking for the facebook invite you can find it here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/726070174076905/

Otherwise! Just Join us

A Month Of… Bugs!
At Stage 773
1225 W. Belmont
Wed. April 9th
7:30 Food
8:00 Stories
$10 or free with a completed task and or a dish to share!

About the author

Dan

Dan Boyd's stories have been featured all over Chicago. He is currently Story Luck's President. You can read more about him at his blog, starveanartist.com.

1 comment

  1. Dan

    I bugged a stranger and I’d like to think that by removing the bug, I fixed it.

    I’m not going to share the audio with you now. It seems like that would be unfixing it all over again.

    But I want to ruminate a bit before I go on eaves dropping. It’s something I love to do. At restaurants or bars, I’m deeply interested in the table right behind us. Are they on a date? Are they breaking up? Old friends?

    What are their thoughts on Crimea? Do they know anything about the Maylasia flight?

    If they say something too interesting, I’ll invite them to the table. If you don’t want to be invited to my table, to a strangers table, be wary of saying anything too interesting.

    The other day I eaves dropped abnormally. I watched a couple cross the street. Only the woman crossed the street. The man stayed on my side. She walked against traffic, in the street, he walked with traffic but on the side walk.

    “She seems to be with you.”

    He ignored me.

    “I’ve got to know. She seems to be pissed, and it seems like you’ve know each other.” What a strange way to say it

    “Story of my Marriage, yeah.”

    “Story of your life?” I asked.

    “No. Just the marriage.”

    I smiled at him and bounced up and down and said, “It’s a shame girls are so pretty when their petulant. If she weren’t with you, my impulse would be to help her out, run over and see what’s wrong. Tell her waking up on the wrong side of the bed isn’t so bad.”

    If bugs is another name for quirks, we’ve all got them. I’ve got them in droves. Sometimes I fix them. Sometimes I let them fix themselves.

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