Tweet Week

  There is an afterlife after all. 

Small, cute, efficient and fun to drive, Tweeter must be where all those people who drove all the original Volkswagen Beetles go. (We know Beetles don't die.)

Here’s what went down the last week or so @TheDailyNovel, a tall tale in 140 characters or less a day. 

Monday

Old Joe Young was born during the war.  Which one he wasn’t sure. He had the sensibilities of the greatest generation.  But had done well, maybe too easily.

Tuesday

Growing up between TV commercial breaks contributed to his ADD . He thought maybe the ADD had made him a more interesting person.

Wednesday

The ADD made him a Jack of-all-trades master of none, perfect for parties and at the office.  Joe liked reading the obituaries.

Thursday

Those obituaries in the paper were always a killer.  Who won and who lost.  Sports but with a real life and death struggle.

Monday

That’s what Old Joe Young did for a living.  Wrote obituaries.  Sometimes he changed the dead.  The way a plastic surgeon changes the living.

Tuesday

And like a plastic surgeon, sometimes the change was for the better.  Most times it wasn't though.  It was bad. Can’t move a facial muscle, rigamortous bad.

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