So, there's this dame I know named Amy who is a little plugged into some Soprano like people in Shy-town (Chicago to you un-scooplike dumbbells out there) and she put in a good word for me and explained the whole screw up with the moron proof-reader.
After I got back from Vinnies corner bar and my three bourbon lunch I found this on my e-mail. And it came with the whole official seal and everything so I'm pretty sure it's the real deal.
Dear Mr. Scoop,
On behalf of the Pulitzer Selection Committee I am happy to inform you that you have been nominated and selected as a Pulitzer winner!
Normally this prestigious award is given in the Spring, but due to your so honest and raw article of the violence in your small town, we feel it is justified to award you with this now.
A banquet will be held for you at the Low Library at Columbia University in New York City on September 17th at 11:00 A.M. Please arrive 20 minutes early.
We look forward to meeting you, Mr. Scoop!
Pulitzer Selection Committee
PS. We strongly suggest you find a new proof-reader. If the one you have is a problem we might be able to find some cement boots just his size.
My next story, once the proof-reader is disposed of is the one on this dame I was telling you about. She has a blog called Involuntary Smiles which I'm pretty sure is a mafia code word. I'm thinking there's definitely a story there. And it ain't gonna be about no shrinking violets either.
NOTE FROM JENNY: Confused? Wow, that would totally be the first time that ever happened here on my blog. But this post is linked to my Rainbow Summer Schools color Violet. Don't ask. It's too hard to explain. You'll just have to read the story so you'll know what's happening. And, yea, I heard that "WHO FREAKIN' CARES?!?" But I'm not hurt. Us journalist types are pretty thick skinned. Click here to read where this post came from!
Or else. Amy might have cement boots in YOUR size, too.