My first read attempt was Friday eve and I was stoned and drunk and tired and could not get through it. Saturday eve after work, a 13 hour day, I checked back in and saw your comment to Still Trucking
I thought this must be some kind of tortured genious.frankly, st, i dont owe you shit
(ST is my friend and I was offended.)
I worked long yesterday as well and now, awake and rested and no pot for 2 to 3 days, I found your story.
What I did was to copy and paste it into my word pad and to embolden the letters, leaving them all low case like you typed it.
I was then able to read it easily and I liked the low case letters as it made the tone sound low key to me, like Jack Webb's narrating on "Dragnet". The imagery itself was compelling and came through with varying intensities. It became high key enough and very much so, contrasting with the low key low case painting, so iI liked seeing-reading it that way.
I read it through completely and was fascinated.
You don't owe me shit?
I don't think so.
You put your story here. Praise, acclaim, lauding, loathing, allthe same, so's they say.
But I choose to praise you and state my amazement.
Furthermore, the story itself made me a happier person.
What else could you ask for? Happier in the sense that I know that creative sincerity is afloat and the possibilities are enormous.
It gives me hope. As for your dithering in ungraciousness, most unbecoming for one so gifted.
I am gonna forward this to BeatVibe from LitKicks.
He uses technology in his fantasies. You might find a plumb line partner.