“If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing; his word isn't worth shit, not with the good Lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.“
Beautifully written. I really dig your languid, sinuous prose. Your voice is very engaging and the writing is simple and understated. In other words: You do the job :) I relate to the shiftlessness, the moving from job to job, the restlessness of being free and open and independent and determined in your twenties. This is good material.
This is wonderful, especially: "and in the peculiar language of the teaching curriculum we were taught to ask clients strange questions about whether or not aliens existed, and whether or if they believed in the “theory” of evolution."
You do have a real flair for storytelling, Samuel. That was intriguing...
Your words flow real well.
“If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing; his word isn't worth shit, not with the good Lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.“
- Bill Burroughs
Still wrapping my head around this series of events. A wild story, a wild life! Looking forward to seeing how it ends up in Pt 3!
Beautifully written. I really dig your languid, sinuous prose. Your voice is very engaging and the writing is simple and understated. In other words: You do the job :) I relate to the shiftlessness, the moving from job to job, the restlessness of being free and open and independent and determined in your twenties. This is good material.
This is wonderful, especially: "and in the peculiar language of the teaching curriculum we were taught to ask clients strange questions about whether or not aliens existed, and whether or if they believed in the “theory” of evolution."