Our next December reader has a thing for metaphors, which is always helpful when describing things.
Whit Nelson’s face draws into a wince as he careens head-first down the waterside of life. Bullets of water blind and sting his face as the flames of the past lick plotlessly at his feet. At some point he begins to swell to an unhealthy size, inevitably clogging the tube. The children pile up behind him, until the entire metaphor collapses. He isn’t surprised. Bios are incredibly hard to write.
Come out to Swim Cafe on December 8 and witness the wit of Whit (you see what I did there? I’m so clever.)