I met Peter Mehlman, a former writer for Seinfeld, when I was reading at this year’s Miami International Book Fair. We were on a panel together. “Yada Yada,” “Shrinkage”—I told Peter I should pay him royalties for how often I quote his work.
Looks like I’ll owe a little more.
Looks like I’ll owe a little more.
Transplant and the Fugitive Slave Act by Peter Mehlman
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Transplant
Speaking at the penalty phase for Doug, the organ-donor administrator, were former victims of alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency, leukemia, obstructive uropathy, valvular stenosis, and a once blind girl who invented a digital movie camera that made people look ten pounds thinner.
On a porch with dry rot, Doug’s ex-wife inadvertently said, “Your son is in better places.”
The Fugitive Slave Act
The tornado spun Myra’s Hyundai through a stop sign. The priest said the Hyundai shows how sensibly Myra lived.
“God’s will . . .” he said.
The chief of police whispered to his smiling wife, “God's will what?”
She said, “God’s will put stop signs in perfect places.”
The chief got the warrant for God’s arrest although the judge said, “He could be miles away by now.”