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Steely and the War

By terryfunk in Culture
Thu May 04, 2006 at 12:00:00 PM EST
Tags: etc (all tags)

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"

December 1969, The Great Plains -- The three of us stand in the wind, together on the highest place we can find. For me it is a sacred place. We are very serious about what we are about to do, Steely had talked a lot to us about his plan. The great idea came to Steely one night on an acid trip. It's funny but on the way from the farm house he nervously jokes about his plan. He is especially determined and serious. I can tell. I know I couldn't do this. He is my friend and I choose to stand by him.

"OK, I'm gonna do this now."

His face looks strained and scared. Steely next inserts the rim fire .22 cartridge into the single-shot bolt action rifle. So, with a lot of thought, Steely lowers the rifle, "shit..." he mumbles.

In the distance, I notice smoke and steam boiling off the distant Kremlin, OK coke plant. The late afternoon is quiet, clear and freezing cold. The three of us pan the horizon together, Steely grimaces, he points the rifle barrel at his foot.

Then... BANG! The report of the rifle echoes, makes the three of us jerk and look down at the ground.

"Fuck, I missed!".

Not surprisingly, he is now more determined as he quickly reloads, Again Steely points the rifle at his foot, this time holding the stock with both hands... BANG!

"FUUCCKK! That stings!"

He throws down the rifle. Shocked, Frizzle and I both look at his foot. A stream of blood oozes out of his tennis shoe. "I can't feel my foot!"

Frizzle grabs one leg and I grab the other. We carry our wounded Steely back to the farm house.

Steely just recently received his draft notice. His physical is in two weeks. He was cheated in the draft lottery a few months earlier and ended up high on the list. We think that shooting his foot will somehow get him out of the draft or at least postpone it. It turns out he reports a month later than he would have. We are worried, helpless and very sad.

The government tells us the war is winding down. Yet the year before, I go to two friends funerals. Because of the Tet Offensive, 1968 turns out to be the deadliest year of the war, 16,511 war deaths. Steely's protest is to shoot his foot. For me, I choose to banish myself to Canada for the rest of my life. All over America, the war has worn everyone down. The hate of the Vietnam War finally arrives in the nation's heartland. My birth date will be in the next lottery...and I'm not waiting for it to arrive.

My birthplace is on the southern Great Plains, but my spiritual birthplace is Seattle. I saved enough money to get a plane ticket and go to Seattle. My high school sweetheart lives in Everett. My plan is to go there, see her, get laid and go on to Canada. It doesn't quite work out that way. Just turning 19 I am as dumb as a puppy. A week after I arrive there, I take a bus to Blaine, WA. and am turned back from the border. Thus my dream is shattered. Maybe Seattle will absorb me and no one will know I am here.

I am staying with this kinky black and white couple and they are lots of fun. But it can only last so long. One day I receive a letter from my mom.

It reads,

May 1, 1970
Dear Son,
we received this from the draft board the other day
and we think you should tell them where you are. Let
us know what you want to do.

I hope all is going well for you. Will you be trying
to get back into college?

We love you,

Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"

For a few moments, I don't know what to think. I thumb through the stack of papers the local draft board has sent her. I decide to call her and tell her to tell them my address. A few weeks later, the Seattle draft board sends me a notice for me to show up for a draft physical. I figure that if I pass the physical I can always bail to Canada. I come to my senses on that idea. I decide that Steely is in Vietnam and even though I haven't heard from him, I will take my chances, instead of going to jail.

On the bus I realize I am at the point of hallucinating. I enter the induction center completely plowed on Moroccan hashish smoked from a hookah. I figure it can't hurt. Besides what would they know. A Sargent points me into a large room full of all types of young men, mainly freaks like me probably as high as I am. We wait for an eternity. I keep to myself, and as a result of my altered state I start getting paranoid thinking monosyllabic thoughts. An officer in uniform wearing rose colored "granny" glasses walks in stage right.

"Good morning men!" No one as much as takes a breath.

"Before we begin, I want to tell you a few things. First...the Seattle region has not met its draft quota since World War II. "

Very long pause as he pans the room several times left to right and then left again. He looks as though he is stifling a grin.

"...and we don't plan to start meeting that quota anytime soon."

Me and everyone else in the room get electrified and stunned.

Everyone gets herded downstairs except for me and a few others. The officer comes up to each of us and tells us we checked the wrong box and that we need to change it.

"But it's the truth." I tell him.

"I don't care if Jesus Christ told you to check it, unmark it or you will end up in Vietnam."

That was the end of the discussion for me. I do what I am told, grab all my medical folders that I have been chanting "Om Mani Padme Hum" over and continue downstairs.

"Strip to your shorts." He orders me.

I look around and everyone else is half naked and I strip. We are told to line up against the wall. The Sargent says he will take our medical papers if we have any.

"Every man will see a doctor. If there is any reason whatsoever for you to get released for medical reasons, you will be released after you see the doctor."

Standing there quite confused and at the same time relieved to hear this, I give him my name and he writes it down as he takes my folders. "There goes my ticket." I think to myself. I don't trust these bastards but I have no choice.

I am so near-sighted that I may as well be blind without my glasses. So I fail the eye exam. Because I played in a loud band for a number of years, I also fail the hearing exam. They tell us everyone fails the hearing exam.

Then a doctor lines all of us up and tells us to face the wall.

"Drop your shorts, everyone!"

I freak out. They're not gonna make me do that are they? They do.

After an hour or so, we are all dressed and seated on benches waiting to see a doctor. They call my name and I walk into one of the offices where a doctor is seated, wearing his white doctor coat. He tells me to have a seat. I am so nervous I am about to shake out of myself.

The doctor flips through all of my medical folders I had given up at the beginning of this affair. I am sitting there waiting for him to say something, anything. He seems to be enjoying this charade. He's done this thousands of times. He sighs and shakes his head.

"Well...I don't know."

He writes something on a pad, rips it off and hands it to me. I don't even look at it. In my head I start planning my strategy on leaving for Canada to enter illegally. I am sickened, I will be forever banned from coming back to the US. The thought chills me.

"We have determined that you can go now. You won't be drafted because of your eyesight. Give that paper to the Sargent at the front desk on your way out."

God damn! He grins and chuckles at me. I waste no time leaving the induction center.

Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"

The wonderful Summer turns into Winter and in Seattle it means only one thing; rain. That year there was more rain than previous years. I wasn't used to it and it was depressing. That soggy Winter was the most depressing year of my life. Lots happened, but my concern turned towards my friend Steely. I receive a letter from him one day.

I hope you are OK. It is fucking weird over here.
It's like I have been camping out for six months.
Sorry this is short but we are always on the move.

There are some really cool guys over here and we
drop acid all the time while on patrol. It is weird
but, we never know what will happen next or how long
we have. I just need to make it 13 months and then
I come home.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. Please write when you can.


I try to imagine what he is going through, if it is anything like we talked about, so long ago before he shot his foot. I wonder if he is in harm's way and if he would return at all. I can't bear the thought of never seeing him again. So I make a promise to myself that no matter what, I will write everyday about what I am doing, thinking and experiencing, until I have a 10 page letter written in tiny handwriting. I end up writing "books" to him. Then I no longer hear from him.

I can't find anything out about him and I worry. I am in this depressing converted motel that is on the road to Everett, WA. It is owned by an Italian man. He is nice to me and has pity on me and comes by for chats. It is one bedroom and Roomy is, unbeknownst to me, converting himself into a Jesus Freak. It is funny too. He spends hours screwing Cross-eyed Linda while I write Steely my "books".

"Hey Jag! She wants more but I'm worn out!"

"Be there in a second!" I tell him.

Linda tells me to hurry up and get in there. Roomy and I laugh as we pass each other in the doorway. I strip naked and get above Cross-eyed Linda and try to look deep into her soul. I try to find her spirit deep inside her and then enter her and pull her inside my being while she wraps herself around me. In the background, I often hear and look over into the living room and see Roomy on his knees, praying to his plastic Jesus, asking for forgiveness.

"Roomy! Shut the fuck up you fuckin' idiot! Jesus!"

"Me and Cross-eyed can't come when you do that shit!"

He continues unperturbed. Cross-eyed and I continue as well and at that moment, I am praying to the house of pussy.

I am jealous. The only chicks we see here are
Vietnamese in Saigon. I don't want to catch a
disease while I am out in the field. So when
days are light and there aren't no fire fights we drop acid
and smoke lots of weed. You wouldn't believe
the weed they have here.

I quit telling him about my ladies.

God says, "Out on Highway 61".

It's Christmas Eve I am lonely. Cross-eyed Linda can't come over. My Italian landlord comes by with a huge plate of spaghetti with real Italian sausage and marinara sauce. I am impressed and grateful. I invite him to sit down. Christmas day he invites me over for lasagna Christmas dinner with his girlfriend. I receive a gift of his generosity.

Christmas here sucked. All I want to do is
come home. If I make it back to the world, I
will be getting married. I really appreciate
the letters you send. I have saved them and
read them over and over.

Years later, Steely and I talk about Vietnam. We make a trip to "The Wall" together. It is too sad. All those men... What would the world be like today had they lived.

On Steely's wall after all these years, he finally displays his commendation; the Bronze star. I ask him about the commendation, yet he never tells me why he received it. We never talk of it again.

Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.

Notes: Lyrics "Highway 61 Revisited" - by Bob Dylan


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Steely and the War | 137 comments (56 topical, 81 editorial, 2 hidden)
For those that it matters to, I X posted this... (3.00 / 2) (#5)
by terryfunk on Thu May 04, 2006 at 10:09:41 AM EST

to husi a couple of weeks ago. So if that is important I can either pull it, or you can express your opinion about it here. If enough folks dislike the fact that it was posted there, then I will pull it, it would not be a big deal for me to do that.

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

Thank you so much for posting this... (3.00 / 2) (#7)
by dakini on Thu May 04, 2006 at 10:44:06 AM EST

and..it doesnt matter to me where else you post this story..its a great read!!

" May your vision be clear, your heart strong, and may you always follow your dreams."
[ Parent ]
IAWTP (none / 0) (#112)
by Abominable Abitur on Sat May 06, 2006 at 12:40:51 PM EST

Very good read.

"Terrorism is only a viable "political activist" method for marginalized nutjobs, bottom line. The backlash that it causes makes it intractable for any reasonable ideology. Which is why you don't generally see wild athiest suicide bombers in america's streets." - lonelyhobo
[ Parent ]
As a story? (none / 1) (#9)
by debacle on Thu May 04, 2006 at 10:58:21 AM EST

I didn't see it on the front page.

It tastes sweet.
[ Parent ]
no it is not a FP story, it is a diary /nt (none / 0) (#12)
by terryfunk on Thu May 04, 2006 at 12:03:47 PM EST

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
Ah, the sweet taste of well written, rare fiction. (3.00 / 4) (#6)
by TheNoxx on Thu May 04, 2006 at 10:40:34 AM EST

Your prose makes me feel so bourgeois... In fact, I believe I will take my laptop out back with a cigarette and some whiskey while I peruse this particular peice. Oh yes, +1 FP of course.

Thanks Noxx! /nt (none / 1) (#15)
by terryfunk on Thu May 04, 2006 at 12:07:01 PM EST

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
The more I think about your comment... (none / 1) (#35)
by terryfunk on Thu May 04, 2006 at 01:26:36 PM EST

the more I think that, if possible what you describe is just about the best way to read the story. It's almost the same way it was written.

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
By the way... (none / 0) (#44)
by TheNoxx on Thu May 04, 2006 at 02:01:01 PM EST

Did I mention that your previous story, "The Magician, The Chasm and the Jaguar Priest", reminds me a great deal of the comic-turned-short-lived-series The Maxx? Any influence from it, or am I off my rocker again...?

As it turns out, I was out of whiskey, so I substituted a drink more befitting the upset state of my insides: a mix of ice, milk, amaretto, vodka, and a little powdered sugar. Mmm-mmm, good.

[ Parent ]

BINGO! (none / 0) (#48)
by terryfunk on Thu May 04, 2006 at 02:39:13 PM EST

K5 folks are too fookin' smart... The Jaguar Priest

3++ to you if I could...Also:

Jaguar Priest

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]

a-HA! I knew it. (none / 1) (#49)
by TheNoxx on Thu May 04, 2006 at 03:10:55 PM EST

You know, you can watch all the episodes on YouTube now, right here.

[ Parent ]
WOW...you are awesome....thank you /nt (none / 0) (#54)
by terryfunk on Thu May 04, 2006 at 03:57:45 PM EST

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
Note: US Highway 61 (none / 0) (#17)
by terryfunk on Thu May 04, 2006 at 12:29:03 PM EST

is known as the Blues Highway.

It is a loose theme that permeates stuff i write.

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

Dammit. Now I have that song stuck in my head. (none / 1) (#25)
by givemegmail111 on Thu May 04, 2006 at 12:56:51 PM EST

Father Abraham had many sons
And many sons had Father Abraham
And I am one of them, and so are you
So let's go praise the Lord

Right hand
Left hand
Right foot
Left foot

McDonalds: i'm lovin' it
Start your day tastefully with a Sausage, Egg & Cheese McGriddle, only at McDonalds.
Rusty fix my sig, dammit!

Excellent story..am very glad you (none / 1) (#70)
by moondancer on Thu May 04, 2006 at 07:24:39 PM EST

decided to post your wonderful stories again!! thank you for the good "read"..
**We are simple and we are free.**United Fools
Man, I'm starting to think they should (2.66 / 9) (#89)
by ksandstr on Fri May 05, 2006 at 10:53:35 AM EST

bring back the draft in the US. That way, those Inurnets Warriors of the 101st Fighting Keyboarders could actually have a chance of getting a taste of what they so furiously advocate. And the popular support for dubya's most recent and future crusades would vanish like an IBS-suffering fly's copious flatulence in a sandy desert.

Of course, most armies consider a BMI of over 30 a very good reason not to induct someone, so... apparently we're back to the good old trolling again.


blah blah blah, pandering dkos commentary (2.60 / 5) (#90)
by t1ber on Fri May 05, 2006 at 12:14:55 PM EST

The good thing about America is that you're not required to serve to be a citizen.  While I agree with the Heinleinesque idea that the people who have invested something in the nation (aside of taxes) will always keep it in it's best interests, I also think that not everyone should be required to serve.  It's like a sports-car, if it costs you $70,000, you're much more likely to take care of it and respect it then a Citroen you got for $100 at the auction.

The fighting keyboardists troll is brain-dead and pretty much re-enforces my suspicion that the average KosKid is 16 years old and has no idea what they want to do with their life and certainly nothing they'd die for.  (Although I've always been tempted to throw a box full of knives and one xbox 360 into their camp and see what happens -- damn you decentralized internet!)  Most conservatives I've talked to have seen the rest of the world once or twice or have something personally invested in it:  someone in the service, themselves having served, or someone affected by conflict in some way.  Which is to say that most of the KosKids are so very removed from the reality that the world sucks and it's a violent place.  To them, if we all Just Get Along, things would be great.

Of course, they don't Just Get Along, they toss labels around without actually listening to the other arguments.  If that isn't the silly fear which naive children harbor of the unknown, I don't know what is.

This isn't to say that all conservatives have been touched by conflict, but I certainly think it's a polarizing factor.  Many conservatives are such because they own businesses, are concerned with money management, would like less government in their lives, etc.  It always brings a smile to my face when liberals bitch about getting a speeding ticket.  OH DO YOU WANT MORE GOVERNMENT NOW, BITCH?

And she said...
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl I can't understand what you're saying.

[ Parent ]

t1ber! damn! you are sharp as a tack... (none / 1) (#95)
by terryfunk on Fri May 05, 2006 at 04:31:35 PM EST

I have re-read your comment a couple of times and shit, you can sure nail it.

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
hahahahaha....!!! he sure can..LOL.. (none / 0) (#97)
by Sandwormrum on Fri May 05, 2006 at 05:43:14 PM EST

**Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.**
[ Parent ]
yeah, thanks (none / 1) (#98)
by t1ber on Fri May 05, 2006 at 06:40:36 PM EST

Just don't be disappointed when I go back to crapflooding the comments.

All work and no play makes Josh a dull boy.  ;)

And she said...
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl I can't understand what you're saying.

[ Parent ]

OMG....NOESSSS.....NOT YUO!!! ..IHBT!!!1111 (3.00 / 2) (#103)
by terryfunk on Fri May 05, 2006 at 08:34:20 PM EST

I take it all back! LOLLERZ

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
What counts as investment? (none / 0) (#118)
by Gooba42 on Sat May 06, 2006 at 10:06:14 PM EST

Is life or death in miltary service the only social investment of value? How about police? Maybe even non-combatant roles like paramedic, firefighters, teachers? Is the Peace Corps or some similar route likewise investing in society? Is it only if your pay comes out of taxes or can you serve society by private means?

So many advocates of the Heinlein approach seem to think the only way to properly serve or invest in society is to kill or be killed for it. I believe in the concept of social investment but I don't think that's the only way to go about it.

[ Parent ]

You have no idea what you're talking about (none / 0) (#121)
by t1ber on Sun May 07, 2006 at 01:24:13 AM EST

As in, you clearly haven't ever actually read a book by him.

And she said...
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl I can't understand what you're saying.

[ Parent ]

Read again (none / 0) (#137)
by Gooba42 on Tue Jul 25, 2006 at 07:09:02 PM EST

Actually I have, but the people who quote him or claim to believe as he does usually come off as I stated above.

You might re-read and notice that I made this distinction in the previous post on this thread. I did not state that Heinlein believed this but that people who identify as being in agreement with Heinlein do.

[ Parent ]

Heinlein agrees with you. (none / 0) (#135)
by grendelkhan on Wed May 31, 2006 at 09:04:47 PM EST

What t1ber was pointing out was that in the book Starship Troopers, service that qualified one for citizenship took many forms, most of them nonmilitary. (In the current U.S., doing work for the Peace Corps or Americorps or even working a year or two full-time for Habitat for Humanity would do it, by analogy.) The point is to put the national good ahead of your own.
-- Laws do not persuade just because they threaten --Seneca
[ Parent ]
the average KosKid is 16 years old and has no idea (none / 1) (#122)
by Comrade Wonderful on Mon May 08, 2006 at 09:10:36 AM EST

they are hot. don't forget hot.

[ Parent ]
That's why they got rid of the draft. (3.00 / 2) (#110)
by Kasreyn on Sat May 06, 2006 at 12:14:24 PM EST

Number one, it was making the public disagree with the rich men's wars too loudly. The best way to silence such protests was the "volunteer" army, so they could with a straight face say, "hey, they signed up for it!"

Which of course, is just the same bullshit shoveled a different way. No one (or scratch that, almost no one) signed up for the National Guard thinking they were going to have to fight. The advertisements make it out to be little more than a fucking cross between a leadership seminar and a trade school. They're kids from dirt-poor families who have no other hope of ever getting an education.

It's really a brilliant stroke. The children of the rich need never die for their parents' greed again, plus the best and brightest among the poor, who might become troublemakers, are brainwashed and/or killed.

"Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgement Day:
We never asked to be born in the first place."

R.I.P. Kurt. You will be missed.
[ Parent ]
Can your generation just fucking die already? (1.35 / 17) (#91)
by LilDebbie on Fri May 05, 2006 at 02:23:09 PM EST

Yay drugs and draft-dodging and the civil rights movement and free love and OMG aren't we so fucking cool?!1!?!!!?eleven1!!!!

My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

I think a lot of us already have... (3.00 / 2) (#92)
by terryfunk on Fri May 05, 2006 at 02:37:41 PM EST

so your wish has partially come true.

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
spoken like a true neo-nazi: (none / 1) (#96)
by tetsuwan on Fri May 05, 2006 at 05:13:32 PM EST

Can't the f**king witnesses of the Holocaust just die off??

Njal's Saga: Just like Romeo & Juliet without the romance
[ Parent ]

I was referring to the "Me" generation (none / 0) (#104)
by LilDebbie on Fri May 05, 2006 at 10:48:19 PM EST

aka Baby Boomers. I'm a big fan of the aptly named Greatest Generation.

My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

[ Parent ]
And what's on your own personal agenda... (none / 0) (#106)
by skyknight on Sat May 06, 2006 at 09:01:26 AM EST

to make our generation great?

It's not much fun at the top. I envy the common people, their hearty meals and Bruce Springsteen and voting. --SIGNOR SPAGHETTI
[ Parent ]
I think our generation will be remembered (3.00 / 4) (#109)
by Kasreyn on Sat May 06, 2006 at 12:10:47 PM EST

for the invention of "teh".

"Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgement Day:
We never asked to be born in the first place."

R.I.P. Kurt. You will be missed.
[ Parent ]
Transformation of media for one (none / 0) (#114)
by LilDebbie on Sat May 06, 2006 at 01:31:26 PM EST

Legitimizing military intervention in failed states in order to drag the third world out of the dark ages, kicking and screaming if need be.

Maybe some interplanetary exploration for icing, but not priority.

Yes, I have protested for the war in Iraq. Counter protested would be more accurate. Google my name (not LilDebbie) for hirez pruf.

My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

[ Parent ]

"Greatest generation" indeed (none / 1) (#115)
by der on Sat May 06, 2006 at 02:40:34 PM EST

I see you've taken that whole Imperialistic Fascism thing of theirs to heart.

[ Parent ]
Communist $ (none / 0) (#127)
by LilDebbie on Mon May 08, 2006 at 11:07:18 AM EST

My name is LilDebbie and I have a garden.
- hugin -

[ Parent ]
Safe diff (none / 0) (#128)
by Spendocrat on Wed May 10, 2006 at 02:20:07 AM EST


[ Parent ]
*Same* (none / 0) (#129)
by Spendocrat on Wed May 10, 2006 at 02:21:29 AM EST

[ Parent ]
Killer (none / 0) (#134)
by Boronx on Fri May 26, 2006 at 02:47:46 AM EST

I don't understand people who think wholesale slaughter is better than sex and drugs.
[ Parent ]
Ummm (none / 0) (#116)
by shinshin on Sat May 06, 2006 at 04:39:03 PM EST

I was referring to the "Me" generation aka Baby Boomers.
Yeah, the civil rights movement you bitch about was really all about "me". All those hippie friends of mine who went down to Alabama to get their asses kicked fighting for the rights of blacks were just sooo goddamn selfish.
I'm a big fan of the aptly named Greatest Generation.
You mean back in the day when people who energetically supported a war would show it by going out and actually fighting it? Yeah, those days sure were nice.

We believe he has, in fact, reconstituted nuclear weapons --Dick Cheney, Meet the Press, March 16, 2003
[ Parent ]
We are all dying (none / 0) (#108)
by agavero on Sat May 06, 2006 at 12:08:22 PM EST

some sooner than others. And what did you do to make the world a better place for future generations?
"Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge." Isaac Bashevis Singer
[ Parent ]
Just... (3.00 / 2) (#111)
by ElizabethBennett on Sat May 06, 2006 at 12:15:23 PM EST

take the gas pipe.

[ Parent ]
This story is very well done. (none / 0) (#107)
by SandBruja on Sat May 06, 2006 at 10:29:04 AM EST

A very good read indeed. Thanks for writing it. +1FP

Fantastic (none / 0) (#113)
by deadcow on Sat May 06, 2006 at 12:50:47 PM EST

I love the interweaving of the various typefaces and stories (Jag's letters, the lyrics, the main story)--it's almost perfectly paced. I think that's where your story really brings the awesome. Reminds me somewhat of Murakami--the Wind-up Bird Chronicle in particular, if it was written as a short story, might sound like this.

Love it! Keep writing!

So then (1.00 / 5) (#117)
by trhurler on Sat May 06, 2006 at 09:53:48 PM EST

Does this story have a point OTHER than "my friend went to Vietnam and I feel guilty after the fact because I didn't" or is that really it?

'God dammit, your posts make me hard.' --LilDebbie

Misleading! (none / 1) (#119)
by Chewbacca Uncircumsized on Sat May 06, 2006 at 10:14:30 PM EST

This has nothing to do with Steely Dan.


No it has nothing to do with a (3.00 / 3) (#120)
by terryfunk on Sat May 06, 2006 at 11:18:05 PM EST

Steely Dan.

I like you, I'll kill you last. - Killer Clown
The ScuttledMonkey: A Story Collection

[ Parent ]
Cool! (nt) (none / 1) (#136)
by mybostinks on Thu Jun 15, 2006 at 07:28:12 PM EST

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