True Letters from a Fictional Life

“Maybe it’s a UFO,” said Hawken. “It’s not an Unidentified Flying Object because I just identified it as a satellite.” “MFO,” suggested Hawken. “Misidentified Flying Object.”

I wish I could say that the stupidest things I’ve done in my life were all impulsive, but, unfortunately, a few of them were carefully planned.

“Brutally early start,” I complained. “Eight a.m. I have a rule about not running before noon.”

“I have a rule about not waking up before noon,” said Luke. “Have fun.”