that song immediately came to mind when i read the LA Times review of a new book entitled
this book is a sequel, of sorts. the editors got so many responses to their first installation (a NY Times Bestseller) that they had to publish again.
I loved the idea of you.
Tomorrow, maybe, I'll sell the ring.
Heartbroken, until the bitch finally died.
It hurts even worse in French.
They never seemed crazy at first.
I thought we had more time.
the idea for the original came from the popular tale that Ernest Hemingway once won a bet that he could write a short story in just six words (his story was simply this: “For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.” so sad, right??)
at any rate, i haven't yet run out to pick up the book (it'll be on my coffee table by the end of the week - in time for Valentine's Day), but i have to share my favorite out of the relatively few already posted online:
Everyone's crazy except you and me.what would your six words be? hmmm???
i'm still trying to figure out my love story. when i do, i'll share it.