W is for Wichita, Westboro Baptist Church, and William Burroughs.
Sitting on the toilet, experiencing the side effects of some party favors (K-Mart laxatives), I consider today’s mini-pilgrimage. TJ and I will drive to the Waffle House and then to Lawrence, Kansas, to gawk at Burroughs’ home. Burroughs having lived there makes Qansas queer. We will not be playing any William Tell games. I put fruit in my mouth, not on my head.