Sunday, June 15, 2008

One of my mom's friends showed up to the barbecue she threw yesterday. "Where do you live?" she asked.

"Berkeley."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I deal in illicit substances. It's the best place for me."

Blank stare. Meanwhile my mother-in-law is sitting there laughing.

"Actually, I'm a writer. There's no difference, really."

Should I have been offended when she called me weird?

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