Excellent Writing, Nick, Yes, You Get the Prize

[Doreen Peri]

E ach time he'd get on da gurney wheeled into the damn emergency room to get an
X ray, he'd reach into his pocket to pull out his goddamn insurance card and Dr.
C harles Evangalista, the stupid idiot frickin' just-outa-school-graduate white-coat-on-call and his
E ver-lovin' assistant Rita whatever-the-hell her last name was, i never can remember, would
L ean up to the doc and whisper so loud i could hear her (on purpose, of course),
.........."Hey Chahhhlly, it's him agin," and he would just wanna scream
L eave me alone 'cause da doc's got the analysis chart out again and he's
E ntirely too demonstrative about the whole goddamn routine and each time, he'd always know there was
N othing much he could do about it since he was the one in a compromising and completely
T errible position waiting for the technician to do the job and the on-call radiologist to read the
.......... film and let him go home back to his

W obbly chair where he'd sit and
R ead the op ed section of the Washington Post and attempt to
I nitiate a conversation with his cat Wink, while doing the Sunday crossword, Wink's
T actile presence evident from the way he stabbed his claws into the century-old oriental,
I ntuitive like a feline can be, knowing somehow as his marbled eyes were witnesses that
N othing other than an absolutely astute
G rasp of the situation could portray. Despite his disease, he had a

N ovel approach – one he studied so he could be like F. Scott and Steinbeck combined – 20 years before in the
I nfirmary when he was diagnosed with Hepatitis
C, the fifty-fifth squadron protecting his armory while he was being trained to jump out of airplanes to
K ill everything that moved and

Y es, it was during that time that he
E ncountered the God named
S LASHDAKAPS who took him aside to the area where little

Y ellow schoolhouse marms hung out, you know the ones with the
O verly-sized noses who shake sticks at little boys and threaten to bang their sit-down-parts
U ntil they are very red and sore and so at this time, the

G od named SLASHDAKAPS confronted him and told him to
E nd his usage of capital letters since it meant nothing to use them at all even
T hough the God himself had a name that had all capital letters for no reason at all without a

T enth or ninth or eighth or even a sixteenth of an explanation about it but since
H e was a God, He didn't have to
E xplain.

P articularity was a peculiar trait he had and when he
R ealized he'd been too long in the
I nfirmary and had fallen short of his
Z est and Zzzzzzz.s trying to figure out whether to capitalize on the situation or not, he simply
Exited with very little hooplah, not even underlined, let alone bolded, no capitalization or italics at all.

And there you have it.

[mtmynd]

interestingly written... i enjoyed that, Dor'.

[Doreen Peri]

Well it doesn't make much sense outa context but then it really doesn't matter because it's poetry...it doesn't need to make sense. lol ... This was a response to Nick at AC who keeps saying that people who use capital letters at the beginning of each line are lousy writers or something. I totally disagree with him. He wrote an acrostic poem about using capitals at the beginning of lines so I wrote this one back to him.

Glad you enjoyed the story, Cecil. Thanks for reading.

[Totenkopf]

Your F. Scott/Zelda jazz entertained even back in LK daze..........

[hester_prynne]

I dug it!
I hope the story continues.....
you're a really good writer Doreen.
H