Sorry 'bout the pun. Alright (or is it all right?), I'm thinking about penning a 5,000-word memoir about my experience at the receiving end of an extraordinary-brutal act of homophobic violence. The most amazing feature about this incident (aside from the male-on-male business), is that it took place during Mule Day. I spent the whole of my adolescence 20 minutes outside of the Mule Capital of the World. The first weekend of every April--my birthday--they hold Mule Day, Bottom's Landing, Day of the ***, the Long-Eared Weekend. I've been thinking about this for quite a bit and it seems to me that the best way to make this thing saleable as a literary essay is to tie the two together, bang out something which is a little serio-comic. Only thing is, most essays that I read dial in totally on one subject and this one keeps veering toward the schizophrenic. I simply can't seem to think of a way of tying mules together with this...other...experience. The only possible connection: mules are infamous for their giant...ahem, ne'er mind. Anyway...thoughts?