{"id":2917,"date":"2008-05-22T14:14:29","date_gmt":"2008-05-22T14:14:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/inverted-commas\/"},"modified":"2008-05-22T15:19:57","modified_gmt":"2008-05-22T15:19:57","slug":"inverted-commas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/inverted-commas\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Ben Myers.<\/p>\n<p>I left the house in the morning and I walked the streets. I walked the streets and I looked at my feet. I talked to a squirrel about Plato then I went to the supermarket and asked for \u201ca quart of Kool Aid&#8221;, then remembered I am not American and this is not America, so I just got a pint of milk instead.<\/p>\n<p>I went to a coffee shop and ordered \u201ca coffee&#8221; and then I poured some of my milk into the coffee and then I drank the coffee and then I belched coffee and then I thought about writing a poem about belching coffee, but then I dismissed the idea of writing a poem about belching coffee because I am inherently lazy and no writers actually write anything these days. \u201cSave it for the blog,&#8221; I thought.<\/p>\n<p>I called up my \u201cgirlfriend&#8221; then hung up on the third ring. She is called Kooky. I&#8217;m not sure what she \u201cdoes&#8221;. I think she braids hair or helps the aged or some shit.  I say \u201cgirlfriend&#8221; but I barely even know her.<\/p>\n<p>I went to the cinema and watched a Jean Claude Van Damme triple bill \u201cironically&#8221;. I smirked when he kicked some guy&#8217;s head clean off, but cried at the sad parts.<\/p>\n<p>I left the cinema and I walked the streets, all the while looking at my feet. I thought about renting some billboard space so that people could read more about my \u201cinteresting&#8221; life. I thought about maybe calling up the guys in The Mars Volta and offering to play rhythm guitar on their next album.  I thought about buying some hats.<\/p>\n<p>I went to an internet caf \u00e9 and updated my Facebook status to let everyone know that I was in an internet caf \u00e9, updating my Facebook status. Then I did the same on MySpace. I put in a \u201cfriend request&#8221; for Adolph Hitler and one for Ray Mears. Imagine having Hitler as your friend. Imagine having Ray Mears as your friend. You&#8217;d never starve in the wilderness, that&#8217;s for sure.<\/p>\n<p>I logged off MySpace and went over to YouTube where I watched some footage of some dancing cats in \u201cPoland&#8221;. I think I&#8217;ve heard of \u201cPoland&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>I \u201clove&#8221; the 21st century. Love it.<\/p>\n<p>I went to an open mic poetry reading and I read my poem \u2018I &amp; I &amp; I &amp; I &amp; I &amp; I&#8217; in a Jamaican accent. It&#8217;s a piece written in patois, from the standpoint of a stoned Rastafarian. The audience were \u201cstunned&#8221; into silence, though some guy was so moved he threw a glass pitcher at my head. I left the open mic night and went to Subway and stared at a girl&#8217;s tits until she felt really uncomfortable.<\/p>\n<p>I went home and I wrote all of the above down on my blog because I thought the world should probably know about it and within the hour I got offered a three-book deal with Big Penis Books, which I turned down because I&#8217;m not a sell-out, and anyway the advance was too small.  I sent them a reply saying \u201cThanks, but no thanks. I&#8217;d rather write for <em>3:AM Magazine<\/em> for no money than commit to a long-term book project that would require an attention span of more than&#8230;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I turned on the TV, \u201cchannel surfed&#8221; for between three and four minutes, turned it off, then on again, then off again.<\/p>\n<p>I formed a band in my head called Fingerless Love, then I broke it up due to \u201cmusical differences&#8221;. I rifled through my pockets and found a lot of spare inverted commas that I had yet to use up in my writing. They looked like this:<\/p>\n<p>\u201c \u201c \u201c&#8221; \u201c \u201c&#8221;&#8221; \u201c  \u201c \u201c<br \/>\n\u201c \u201c \u201c&#8221; \u201c \u201c&#8221;&#8221; \u201c  \u201c \u201c<\/p>\n<p>I decided to save them for tomorrow&#8217;s blog. \u201cTomorrow&#8221;? \u201cTomorrow&#8221; never comes. It did yesterday.<\/p>\n<p>I went to bed. Bed is a futon. Futons are cool. Uncomfortable, but cool.<\/p>\n<p>I slept with an \u201cironic&#8221; smirk on my face in case anyone was watching me and thought I was taking sleep too seriously. No one takes anything seriously any more.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe&#8221; all \u201cexist&#8221; in \u201cinverted commas&#8221; \u201cthese&#8221; \u201cdays&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/2513973814_4208d8eecd.jpg\" alt=\"2513973814_4208d8eecd.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.benmyersmanofletters.blogspot.com\/\"> Ben Myers<\/a> has written some books. novels, poetry, biographies \u2013 that type of thing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/2513973814_4208d8eecd.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\"2513973814_4208d8eecd.jpg\" align=\"right\" border=\"solid black 1px\" hspace=\"5\" vspace=\"5\" \/>I went home and I wrote all of the above down on my blog because I thought the world should probably know about it and within the hour I got offered a three-book deal with Big Penis Books, which I turned down because I&#8217;m not a sell-out, and anyway the advance was too small. I sent them a reply saying \u201cThanks, but no thanks. I&#8217;d rather write for 3:AM Magazine for no money than commit to a long-term book project that would require an attention span of more than&#8230;.\u201d\u009d.<\/p>\n<p>By <strong>Ben Myers<\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2917","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2917","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2917"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2917\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}