Writer's Block.

"There are those days when you think you can't write anything. And then you believe that you will never be able to write anything anymore. So you start panicking. You start thinking of the advance you have taken from the publisher. You start thinking about the loans. Bankruptcy, your girl leaving you to go with your agent. You get eventually thrown out of your penthouse, I mean not literally, but. Then you start thinking of alternative careers. By the way, have you ever thought of having to take an alternative career? As in, haven't you ever been worried about not having any one to buy what you sell, or not having anything to sell?"

"Well, in my career, I never had any dearth of customers.", replied the bartender and mopped the bar the hundredth time.

"There are those days when you think you can't write anything. And then you believe that you will never be able to write anything anymore. So you start panicking. You start thinking of the advance you have taken from the publisher. You start thinking about the loans. Bankruptcy, your girl leaving you to go with your agent. You get eventually thrown out of your penthouse, I mean not literally, but. Then you start thinking of alternative careers. By the way, have you ever thought of having to take an alternative career? As in, haven't you ever been worried about not having any one to buy what you sell, or not having anything to sell?"

"Well, in my career darling, I never had any dearth of customers.", she replied while pulling up her stockings.

** Those were his last thoughts before he jumped out of his penthouse window. Well, actually penultimate thoughts, because while going down he was wondering if he had switched off the gas stove.