Shockproof bullsh*t detectors

It's what Hemingway says every writer needs and every good writer has. And I realize that the rusty, clanking Rube Goldberg machine that is my BD needs to be applied just as vigorously to my line of work as to ... anything else. ... Today's Bodhi Break: Standing at my bus stop at Southeast 35th Place and Division Street. I pull out my JC. Then I notice that a young man has materialized at my right elbow. He is dressed in a mismatched set of clothes -- blue plaid jacket, yellow shirt, some weird pants, slicked hair. "Are you familiar with Awake! and The Watchtower?" he asked. Yes, I said, yes I am. "Here are some copies that you can read while waiting for the bus." I was about to turn him down. But when I realized that I was getting a little dab of this fellow's creative mythology. He probably wasn't even 19 years old. He couldn't look me in the eye; he had trouble finishing his sentences. Oh, I thought, he's really shy. I smiled and said, "Thanks." And that's how my day began ... can anything get me down after that? Not hardly.