sort of fiction (its easier if you think of it that way): Woke up this morning and it seemed to me, that every night turns out to be a little bit more like Bukowski. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole? God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
-Modest Mouse
Starting out a story, be it familiar antidote or novel novella, with a song quote is as utterly clich as embarking on your tale with a monologue from some secondary character who says something prophetic, but being an impatient reader, you will most likely skip past it, knowing but not knowing the utter importance of this characters introduction, missing the influence, so to speak.
Yea, he was a good ole fella Pete sincerely mused, but I guess small animals, they dont live as long as your bigger pets, say, a dog or a cat. I once had a dog grown up with me practically, and it nearly outlived me too. It was when I was twelve, damn dog musta been almost twenty, and I came down with the nastiest case of the flu youve ever seen
Sometimes I hear bits of conversation at work that seem so important, for some reason. Like when everyone came in today feeling off even the customers, who normally wouldnt interact with the help if their life depended on it..even they would wander up to our counter today with a bewildered look, everyone having the same (excuse me David Byrne) David Byrne how did I get here face, confiding in us that they had a hard time getting started today, what with the rain and all. We got strange tips that day. Tips on the weather, tips in our jar. I found a note inside a five dollar bill that said the sun is in morning
And something felt weird for us too. First it was that dream. Where Geoffery was walking around with me and his new girlfriend, and kissed me on the cheek hello. The dream was not all that strange, Ive had stranger, but I just couldnt seem to get out of it. Some sort of weird dream loop. Even though I knew I was going to be late for work, even before I woke up, even in the short moments where I was blindsided back to reality by a sudden movement to my left, my alarm clock flashing and buzzing, yet that world had felt so mind-splitting, so intrinsically wrong and awful, that I had followed my gut instinct and had returned to the world where Geoff was trying to explain why we would never had worked out. How can you start a day on the right foot when the off-kilter reality makes you just want you to sink back into your dreams of being dumped?
Pete was the type of man that probably got along very well with small children and animals, and if I told you that was the reason why I didnt like him, you would understand the reason why he never tipped. So I will just switch my clause and affects and claim that I did not like Pete because he was not a good tipper. Physically, I guess you could say I was put off by his hunch; he looked like he was nine months pregnant, and the baby was growing out of his shoulder blade. He was the type of guy that listened to the moral messages in Disney movies, you could tell that, and if he were to be a character in these films, you would also know that he would undoubtedly choose the talking gecko or the wise trout fish.
Regans funeral was today, and with most celebrity deaths coming in twos these days, I was not surprised to find out, later in the day, that Ray Charles had died too. I was supposed to be outraged, of course, the way people were when Princess Dianas death overshadowed Mother Theresas, or when Mr. Johnny youve all been waiting for me to kick the bucket since I was 30 so here I go Cash was splayed out across every newspaper, while poor John Ritters untimely death was ushered into the back pages, which spewed out such titles as Problem Child 4: Put on indefinate hold
But I wasnt upset by these facts, because to pay too much attention to them, or the hump, would just be admitting to some darker reality; conspiracies digging deeper than your average foul mood, because then youd have to admit to yourself that maybe they were all out to get you. Especially when I heard about that car crash.
Ayup said Pete, awful accident on 95. A pickup truck slammed into another guy on the inter-state (the way he said it made me think of something involving space wars or satellite conflicts, two words now inter and state) but the funny thing is, they were both fine. Cars totaled, but the fellas, not a scratch on them (does anyone really talk like this guy anymore? Hes a relic. Gone Fishin)but then the guy opens up his door and goes over to exchange driver information and POWdude gets hit by ANOTHER pickup truck going in the opposite direction. Now hes nothing more than a bloodstain. Now, thats not very fair is it? (as if I were god and maybe if he presented his gruesome case, I would agree, by golly Pete, youre RIGHT, I guess I made an oopsie. Ill go change it, stat.) I turn his back to make his sandwich after I smile, and I give Fran a look and she interprets it and giggles. Did Pete just say dude???
-Modest Mouse
Starting out a story, be it familiar antidote or novel novella, with a song quote is as utterly clich as embarking on your tale with a monologue from some secondary character who says something prophetic, but being an impatient reader, you will most likely skip past it, knowing but not knowing the utter importance of this characters introduction, missing the influence, so to speak.
Yea, he was a good ole fella Pete sincerely mused, but I guess small animals, they dont live as long as your bigger pets, say, a dog or a cat. I once had a dog grown up with me practically, and it nearly outlived me too. It was when I was twelve, damn dog musta been almost twenty, and I came down with the nastiest case of the flu youve ever seen
Sometimes I hear bits of conversation at work that seem so important, for some reason. Like when everyone came in today feeling off even the customers, who normally wouldnt interact with the help if their life depended on it..even they would wander up to our counter today with a bewildered look, everyone having the same (excuse me David Byrne) David Byrne how did I get here face, confiding in us that they had a hard time getting started today, what with the rain and all. We got strange tips that day. Tips on the weather, tips in our jar. I found a note inside a five dollar bill that said the sun is in morning
And something felt weird for us too. First it was that dream. Where Geoffery was walking around with me and his new girlfriend, and kissed me on the cheek hello. The dream was not all that strange, Ive had stranger, but I just couldnt seem to get out of it. Some sort of weird dream loop. Even though I knew I was going to be late for work, even before I woke up, even in the short moments where I was blindsided back to reality by a sudden movement to my left, my alarm clock flashing and buzzing, yet that world had felt so mind-splitting, so intrinsically wrong and awful, that I had followed my gut instinct and had returned to the world where Geoff was trying to explain why we would never had worked out. How can you start a day on the right foot when the off-kilter reality makes you just want you to sink back into your dreams of being dumped?
Pete was the type of man that probably got along very well with small children and animals, and if I told you that was the reason why I didnt like him, you would understand the reason why he never tipped. So I will just switch my clause and affects and claim that I did not like Pete because he was not a good tipper. Physically, I guess you could say I was put off by his hunch; he looked like he was nine months pregnant, and the baby was growing out of his shoulder blade. He was the type of guy that listened to the moral messages in Disney movies, you could tell that, and if he were to be a character in these films, you would also know that he would undoubtedly choose the talking gecko or the wise trout fish.
Regans funeral was today, and with most celebrity deaths coming in twos these days, I was not surprised to find out, later in the day, that Ray Charles had died too. I was supposed to be outraged, of course, the way people were when Princess Dianas death overshadowed Mother Theresas, or when Mr. Johnny youve all been waiting for me to kick the bucket since I was 30 so here I go Cash was splayed out across every newspaper, while poor John Ritters untimely death was ushered into the back pages, which spewed out such titles as Problem Child 4: Put on indefinate hold
But I wasnt upset by these facts, because to pay too much attention to them, or the hump, would just be admitting to some darker reality; conspiracies digging deeper than your average foul mood, because then youd have to admit to yourself that maybe they were all out to get you. Especially when I heard about that car crash.
Ayup said Pete, awful accident on 95. A pickup truck slammed into another guy on the inter-state (the way he said it made me think of something involving space wars or satellite conflicts, two words now inter and state) but the funny thing is, they were both fine. Cars totaled, but the fellas, not a scratch on them (does anyone really talk like this guy anymore? Hes a relic. Gone Fishin)but then the guy opens up his door and goes over to exchange driver information and POWdude gets hit by ANOTHER pickup truck going in the opposite direction. Now hes nothing more than a bloodstain. Now, thats not very fair is it? (as if I were god and maybe if he presented his gruesome case, I would agree, by golly Pete, youre RIGHT, I guess I made an oopsie. Ill go change it, stat.) I turn his back to make his sandwich after I smile, and I give Fran a look and she interprets it and giggles. Did Pete just say dude???