"Remember eating oranges? Betcha wish you'd savored those lil' guys a bit more at the time, eh?" |
Once there were two bored high-school students in the late eighties who passed sheets of notebook paper in class, each writing a sentence in turn, creating a ridiculous and hilarious -- for them -- story that in the end ran for dozens of pages, never finding an end for long. The very first sentence of the Epic of Joe read, "Once there was a boy named Joe." Once there were two now-aging fathers who started a collaborative story blog in the twenty-first century.