well, i'm not sure if you post writing for general comment. i've read all three pieces of this story, and i'm not totally sure what to make of them yet, but that seems to be your intent. i will say that i definitely enjoy your style. i felt compelled to comment on this installment because your description of the narrator eating his cigarette butt inexplicably caused me to cackle like a deranged woman. also, your use of the term "broken woman" reminded me of dear mrs. smythe, who commonly used this expression, much to my delight.
I'm not entirely sure I follow the flow between parts....Last we left our heros, Narrator was unable to move one leg and staring at horror at his roommate's head melting, now they are functional enough to crave steak and shake, acknowledge the craving, and successfully act on said craving. Maybe something will be filled in durring editing. Anywhoo, glad to see you've taken up such an avid, gruesomely specific interest in heroin.
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