Fiction Class--"Horses"

My first short story for fiction class is heading out today into the world of workshop (typed "worship--as in "with my body I thee workshop?"). I can already tell it is going to be a weird experience in this group. This is my Patti Smith, shoplifting, littering, Japanese lantern story, with a punk rock beat,(obviously), and it's not very linear, not very narrative.

For some reason, fiction is very easy for me to write badly--in fact, it's so fun it's almost addicting.

Wish me well, or well, wish me something. I'm not a little nervous...