One year, I thought I’d try writing a novel in November. This is the entire result of that herculean effort :
Lordez is the girl, the one that was at Lisa’s baby’s party, Lordez Rodriguez, which you’d think her mom could’ve said out loud to make sure it didn’t rhyme – no, not Rodriguez, it’s something-ez though. When she told me I wanted to say “Pleasedez to meetez you.” I think I did say it actually, but she didn’t hear me because the rain sounded like someone was hitting her car with hammers. We didn’t talk at the party, but when it started raining I was asking everybody for a ride and she felt sorry for me. We didn’t talk in the car either because the rain was like hammers, except she said her name was Lordez Hernandez, and she’s the girl I was talking about the other day.