A poet has lost ten years’ worth of poems to thieves who broke into his van while he was having tea with his girlfriend on Sunday.
*Just think — you don’t even have to finish the project. And if you do, and the reviews are bad, just blame the thieves. You know, something along the lines of, “I was too depressed to reconstruct it after losing so much work.”
Speaking of which, did you know The Great American Novel was on my hard drive that died back in college?