This is the first six sentences from the memoir I am writing about getting knocked-up...Enjoy.
The television was watching me. The blaring music and studio audience laughter
in my room could not drown out the chaos in my head. America’s Funniest Home Videos could not shake
my pinned attention. I love a good
elderly-people-falling-down-while-dancing-at-weddings montage as much as anyone
but not even the zaftig lady in the blue dress flapping the chicken dance was
going to pull my focus. Instead I pulled
from the bottle of Pinot Noir then from a half-lit joint. My denial was in full swing. All aboard the denial train!
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