there is one thing I hated about Stevens.

he never closed properly the door of the marshrutka. It was annoying at first, then elegantly negligent, then annoying again, then absent-minded. His transformations reminded me of Aunt Isabela’s last days of madness – she was a pain in our asses back then.

Summertime in Texas is like the seaside for people living at the seaside – so “part of It” that you don’t ever think about it, even though everyone else seems obsessed with it. Jimmy, before venturing into the ice cream business, cracked a few puzzles, challenged the challenging and agreed with Time to let it off easy. It was as unbelievable as it is mysterious that no Hound pursued him from the darkness each evening as he strolled up his luxurious veranda on his beautiful Edward Scissorhands Mansion. Jimmy drank scotch not bourbon, watched the stars not the sunsets and completed the First Ever Texas Smell-a-thon in under 60 seconds (the runner-up needed half an hour). Larry King, Presidential honors, the shit, you know. Jimmy noticed none of that, being an absentee human.

WRITING AND VOMITING

Writing is like vomiting. Both are unnatural means of expression – much different than thinking, the most fluent and natural state, and even speaking – for some people equated to thinking, for others much more unnatural, but still “out there” way before writing and vomiting. In writing, much like vomiting, stuff comes out unlike it is intended, but the release as a whole feels good and leaves you lighter and a bit relieved. Then again, vomiting is much faster than writing, so that’s one advantage for vomiting vs. writing. In fact, one should naturally classify them as follows:

1. thinking
2. speaking
3. vomiting
4. writing

Unless other factors play into it, writing is not helped neither by the necessity of an instrument to carry it out – vomiting as we all can testify presents no such challenges.

When you think about it, vomiting kicks writing’s ass (or at least ties it) in most categories

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