Another Chapter Down
On a note of some interest, I have completed Chapter 6 of my book and am plowing rapidly into Chapter 7. Chapter 6 is entitled "Why We Regurgitate" and the following excerpt comes from the first sub-section of that chapter which is sub-titled "One Leg at a Time."
"Bradley woke up on the floor of the dining area, the brotherly hugs and the sentiment behind them lost in Bradley’s heart as what had been a great Texas drunk melted into a kicker of a Texas hangover. Broken glass jangled as he stirred his leg. His elbow was on a lime peel and his lips were smeared with salt and tequila residue. A damp paper towel, clumped and pulpy, acted as his pillow. One of his shoes was half off, the other resting under his hand, and a vague memory of trying to take his shoes off lingered.
"Another vague memory of eating a tequila worm off the floor from amid the shards of a broken bottle also butted its way into Bradley’s head. When Bradley sat up among the fresh wreck of Garrison’s living area, the first thing his eyes registered was that there were ripped photographs of naked women everywhere. It had been during the second bottle when Garrison rambled about some bizarre fantasy of being mayor that culminated in the declaration that his need for pornography had come to an end.
"It was during a flurry of ripping and tearing, of shredding and crumpling, of thrusting magazine pages back and forth that a stray elbow had knocked the tequila bottle to the floor. Garrison and Bradley both wept at the sight, hugging and apologizing like they were at the funeral of each other’s fathers. From God came man, and from tequila came the Texan."
Chapter 7 is tentatively titled, "The Trash Arrives at the Dump" and will be full of dead fish, birds, and cats. I believe my sentiment at completing Chapter 6 and arriving at page 160 of coninuous completed text is appropriately stated in the following phrase:
"Yeehaw."
"Bradley woke up on the floor of the dining area, the brotherly hugs and the sentiment behind them lost in Bradley’s heart as what had been a great Texas drunk melted into a kicker of a Texas hangover. Broken glass jangled as he stirred his leg. His elbow was on a lime peel and his lips were smeared with salt and tequila residue. A damp paper towel, clumped and pulpy, acted as his pillow. One of his shoes was half off, the other resting under his hand, and a vague memory of trying to take his shoes off lingered.
"Another vague memory of eating a tequila worm off the floor from amid the shards of a broken bottle also butted its way into Bradley’s head. When Bradley sat up among the fresh wreck of Garrison’s living area, the first thing his eyes registered was that there were ripped photographs of naked women everywhere. It had been during the second bottle when Garrison rambled about some bizarre fantasy of being mayor that culminated in the declaration that his need for pornography had come to an end.
"It was during a flurry of ripping and tearing, of shredding and crumpling, of thrusting magazine pages back and forth that a stray elbow had knocked the tequila bottle to the floor. Garrison and Bradley both wept at the sight, hugging and apologizing like they were at the funeral of each other’s fathers. From God came man, and from tequila came the Texan."
Chapter 7 is tentatively titled, "The Trash Arrives at the Dump" and will be full of dead fish, birds, and cats. I believe my sentiment at completing Chapter 6 and arriving at page 160 of coninuous completed text is appropriately stated in the following phrase:
"Yeehaw."
posted by Andrew Najberg at 9:47 PM
2 Comments:
congratulations! That's a lot of continuous text! I'd be happy with two or three pages right now. Or maybe just being done with all the reading I'm supposed to all ready be done with. *sigh*
Well...I still have a reading list to tackle myself.
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