Aside from getting absolutely tanked on the ends of three hidden half pints of Smirnoff in the bathroom in the pretense of having bad diarrhea on the night of his intervention, the first (albeit not necessarily completely sobering) sign that perhaps he should cut it down a bit on the alcohol intake was made apparent when returning to the living room to tell the others gathered there—his parents and wife and two adult children and friends and priest and Sam, his Jack Russell terrier—that he was going out for another load of stove wood, only then to find that he had somehow managed, and in front of them all, to get his jacket on, and button it all the way up, inside out.
You did all that is one sentence? WOW. I’m in awe, I’m wanting to imitate your style (uh, oh, plagarism!); I am using this ONE sentence as proof that so much data can be shared with specific use of details, yet if done cleverly, emerges “trippingly from the tongue.” Bravo!
Thanks deadhorsedeb! You’ve written some pretty amazing sentences yourself…
I just found your site. Very distilled prose and very sobering (no pun intended).
Hey, I appreciate that. Just read your piece with Catcher in the Rye — powerful stuff.
Thanks! I’ll check back for more soon. It’s been difficult to write a blog and check out others…. I’m sure you know what I mean.
I hear you!