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I Cut Like A Buffalo


“The fuck? I bled for this already!” Sean hurled the New York Times across the room, narrowly missing his agent. “Why are they trying to cut me?”

“Another bad review?” John was calm behind his coffee mug.

“Fuckers don’t see art when you wave it in their faces.” Stalking to the window, Sean crossed his arms.

“It’s a critic, Sean,” coffee slurps.

“People listen to critics,” Sean grated.

“People listen to Oprah.”

Sean chuckled.

“Remember what you told me when you got your first bad review twelve years ago?”

“Fuck it. I cut like a buffalo.”

John smirked. “Right on.”

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog
I know a while ago I said I was done with the 100 Word Song, but dammit, it’s too much fun! This week Jack White’s rock band, The Dead Weather, and their song “I Cut Like A Buffalo” was chosen by Rene of Not the Rockefellers. The song inspired me to write about a writer who’s sick of the critics – which is how I interpret the song. 
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15 thoughts on “I Cut Like A Buffalo

  1. welcome back…I’m so appreciative and excited you wrote.

    You chose the aggressive part of the sentiment. I went sensitive. This was a great song to write for because of the dichotomy. Great 100.

  2. Dude, you’re back, I wrote about you (in a good way), glad you jumped back on the horse man, don’t feel phased, just own it. Plus, your entry is very appropriate. Nice work.

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