We have begun workshopping short stories in my creative writing class. I've got to hand it to my friend, Andy. His story kicks ass. It's got great action, great description, great dialogue. He really paints the story well. I'd have to say, at this point, that his story would take first place. And mine would be second. Cuz no other story has come close to mine. And mine falls a bit short of Andy's. So there it is. 2nd place. And I think I'm okay with that. Last night as I read his story, I was a bit threatened. But I've gotten over that. Different stories and all. His is an apple and mine an orange. His apple is a bit better than my orange, but fuck it. I like oranges better.