The author describes himself as a ‘wanderer in life,’ worked as an engineer, was in the army - has a BS in journalism and was a part-time teacher for many years… and it surprises me that I’m a bit thrown by his writing…
I can’t help but find myself critiquing his choice of words, the way in which he expresses himself, the shamelessness of it all, carelessness. The first half of the book is poetry:
I want to look you in the eyes, but I only see your ass. I’m sorry if I love you for the wrong reasons.
She’ll carry my soul along with my clothes, And the ten-dollar back-street whore only knows.
the number of times I had to say no ma’am to a woman who didn’t give a damn—just wanted to go bam-bam, wham-wham and didn’t even know the difference between bacon and ham in that place called Vietnam.
Alcohol is often tied into his experiences, influencing his behaviour and the outcomes of situations he finds himself in. A few instances he writes of being drunk and ending his nights with a hooker(s) and it is in the most basic of statements… what he’s chosen to write about doesn’t convey much of a purpose or message for me…
Maybe an older generation could appreciate it more, maybe see a kind of humour in it all?
Some of the Good:
We improve upon ways to kill ourselves while trying to keep ourselves alive even beyond death All in the name of progress and a better future
Somewhere was nowhere when I was there. And I’ve been there a lot.
We are all clichés of who we want to be. And the memories of who we are keep us from being who we can be.
The second half of the book is comprised of short stories/encounters that just didn’t grab me...