Louisiana Pies

I used to write a lot of stories. Or at least, I used to think about them. Now my life goes on, rather noneventfully, and there is nothing for me to write about... or is it?

I found myself telling Himura a very long and boring story about himself abandoning his swampy estate in Louisiana with a beautiful black woman named Betsy to attend a famous bakery in Los Mártires. Betsy is supposedly running away from voodoo, but she knows Himura is actually on his way to meet a girl who buys apple pie every morning on her way back home after grocery shopping. Of course, Betsy is part of the voodoo cult she runs away from, and tries to poison the girl through a new cherry pie she convinces her to buy. Thus she can keep Himura forever, since he is not really planning to go back to Louisiana.

Days have elapsed since then, and the story still lingers in my mind. I don't care if it's extremely boring and stupid. I like it. It's my story.

Man, I should be writing right now...