So I finally took time today on Sunday, to write my first “Sunday Stream”.  The “Sunday Stream” starts with a single sentence and goes from there. It is written in stream of conscience, ala Faulkner and “My mother is a fish”. (Can you name the book that comes from?). The point is to see where it takes me. Start with a blank mind, which in my case is pretty easy, read the sentence and start writing whatever thoughts come into your head. A little focused is good, but feel free to include any of the random thoughts that occur as well. So here goes:

 My first name shouldn’t matter. You should be more concerned about the fact that I just farted in your shoe. I admit it probably was not the most adult thing in the world to do, but it certainly felt good. Like sliding down the rope in gym class. Which I never did. Come to think of it, I don’t remember a rope after 2nd grade and I would have been to young to gleen any satisfaction from it anyways. But man that fart was bad. Almost sharted a little. Good thing I wasn’t wearing my good underwear. I should start my line of men’s briefs and call it Loin Clothe. Man that is either incredibly brilliant or just plain stupid. I am going with stupid. Well you shouldn’t have provoked me and left your shoes someplace I could get at them. Besides as bad as they smell would you even know I had? Damn right. Just keep walking in your fart filled shoes. Damn. Tomorrow is Monday, back to work. If a man walks into the woods and farts when know one else is arround, does it still smell?

Ok so it sucked a little. Either I just need to list my random thoughts or try to pic a character and write as that character. I suppose depending on the week I could just pick to either write as myself or make up a character. Unfortunately today was a little of both.