Being Honest With Fiction

I wonder what kind of feelings it would bring to have any gift of your choice. Any gift you can think ofI don’t mean just a regular gift or something that can be found in a catalog, on a shelf, or on a rack in a store.No.A gift that goes beyond measure or even a gift that goes beyond our perception of reality . . .Like, say, an hour or two with someone you never met but they influenced you and your life.I wonder what it would be like to sit at a table with Jim Carroll or Frank O’Hara and maybe Kerouac and of course, William Burroughs. I wonder if they would tell me to “stay the course,” and “hold on tight,” because it gets pretty lonely when you run off to reach your dreams.Not everyone understands and in most cases, most people don’t understand the price and the cost of fame or how the downfalls have an impressive record when it comes to being undefeated.Anyway . . .It would be nice to sit with Robert Fulghum.Not for lunch or something traditional. No, there’s a pond from my youth,…