The Trojan Horse

Sometimes I think you haven’t lived until you’ve been given the shoulder by a drunken horse in a bar. Other times I think the very stuff of life happens from being the drunken horse in a bar. But usually, it has to do with neither of these things, and I’m fairly certain that none of it would be worth the slightest damn if there was no Queneau to neigh by.

For those interested, I dug up a little history about the story and posted it over here.

4 thoughts on “The Trojan Horse”

  1. I love when you read a story you obviously love a lot. You sound so excited it’s like a kid talking to Santa Claus!

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