No, no, no, Net Nut, this is how it should be done:
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
To: The Editor
Subject: My friendly-female conversation of the day
“My friendly-female conversation of the day”
My friendly-female conversation of the day took place inside the Englewood, Ohio, Arby's restaurant. I was sitting at a window and dining fine when a gray-haired elderly [a little older than me] lady came over and laid a religious tract on the table: something about what happens to me after death.
Maybe, I shouldn't have done it, having a little fun with her, by asking her if there were any or many friendly teenage girls in Heaven. She suggested that I read the New Testament, after I smiled and told her that there wasn't any sin in Englewood because I had been trying to find it. This nice old lady was trying to save me if not behave me. I told her that all I had done was walk around a nearby shopping plaza [and looked at Goodwill books] before driving across Taywood Road to Arby's.
In Englewood and Clayton, it is and has been easy for me to exist sin free without datin' or matin' or hatin', even more so than in Dayton. If I want [outside offline] action and passion, I have to drive to a park and then park and then look inside a book. Oh, does existing in West Carrollton, Ohio, for thirty-two years count for time to be served in Purgatory, despite there being little violence, sex or glory within that territory, that would make a long story that would be so boring that it would have most readers ignoring and snoring?