In this funnier than a lawyer-walks-into-a-bar story, Blogger-jerk gets Cookie Monster's color wrong and foolishly argues with Manhattan lawyers about it. His dreams and writing career sink into the East River, weighted down by subpoenas and depositions, and he vows never to blog about green puppets again. He says he's learned his lesson, but--maybe not so much. See what you think. Adult language
Timothy Hurley is a writer and retired physician. Coast hopping between New York City and San Francisco, he writes fiction and has several published short stories. His first novel is Johnny Don't March, the story of a returning soldier with PTSD. Timothy lives in Brooklyn with his wife, where their forty-fourth wedding anniversary and the Mayan Apocalypse occurred on the same day. They survived both. His work has appeared in The Satirist, Fiction and Verse, Scatterplot, The Story Shack, and One Million Stories., and four print anthologies. His novel is available at Amazon.
After a long and drunken night in the New York City, I found a copy of this short story on a subway bench. I took it home with me because I knew I was out of toilet paper and wouldn't be able to pick any up any time soon. (My panhandling skills are not what they used to be.) Anywho, after tucking myself in bed for the evening in my palatial cardboard estate, the bubbles started in my belly.... isn't that always the way?
As I sat on the bucket beside my home, I found myself sucked into the vortex of Timothy Hurley and his unusual wit. At first I was like, WTF yo! This dude is crazy with his cookie monster crap... but as I read on and all the little pieces began to fall in place, I found myself laughing and crying (it was a painful poop.)
If I had to put this story in a box, I would let it sit somewhere in between George Carlin and the special kids class, (It's OK, I was in that class so I can say that,) which would most likely find him seated right next to Lewis Black. A few seats to the right and you'll find Hollywood's darling, Gilbert Gottfried.
An entertaining read. I'll be reading more of Mr. Hurley's work in the future as he inspires the madcap and off-the-wall irreverence we all need from time to time.
I saw this short story on Hurley's page and at 2,039 words I thought. What the heck, it's free and I've got 5 minutes. Besides, I see in his bio, this guy is a retired sawbones so I'll enjoy putting him on the operating table. There's no way this story will be any good and I'll get to justifiably rip him a new one. Wow, was I surprised! This guy can write and entertain at the same time. A lost art these days, even by best sellers and he's not afraid to offend. A refreshing touch in these 'Let's give up on Liberty' Days. This short story is well worth reading and I'm still chuckling as I write this review. I recommend it to anyone with an adult sense of humor. Cannot wait to read more of his wit and works. Dr. Hurley kinda reminds me of an R rated Samuel Langhorne Clemens.