Shit Happens

A’right. I don’t know why precisely but I feel compelled to clear this up:

With rarest exceptions, I am neither “sweet” nor “mushy.”

My previous post was perceived that way by some readers. Which interests me, because it wasn’t intended to be. It was intended to be what it was — a story about a dude who got lured from the bar by his grown daughter with a pitcher of beer that he was too drunk to drink. Kind of like a greyhound dog gets lured by a fake rabbit around the racetrack.

Couple quick points: 1. The drunk dude in question is a friend. Moreover, at least 50% of what I write on this blog — this post for example — gets written in his bar. So I bear him no ill will and even owe him a little nicety. 2. Shit — it happens to the best of us.

But by no means does that conjure any feeling from me resembling “mushy” or “sweet.” While I didn’t intentionally disparage I sure didn’t think it a precisely flattering tale…

So. Who cares? Me.

Because I want to gauge how well my feelings are conveyed by what I write. Of particular interest to me are the characters I wish to develop — most of whom are also my friends.

That’s a peculiar challenge, writing about friends who will read what I write. And who will be read about by friends who know them as well as me at least. My friend from the previous post was a pretty easy hit for me because we’re not particularly close. And his personality is pronounced, well known and easy to get across.

But something went awry. Things will. I’m left to wonder if the “sweet & mushy” angle came across because I’m usually so downright ornery — is this a relativistic thing?

Granted I didn’t have one specifically mean thing to say about the drunk dude. I wouldn’t normally about friends I’ll soon see walking down the street.

The point was to tell a funny story, experiment a little & try to nail down a character. On the basis of the comments I’ve received — & I massively appreciate them all — I have work to do on the character thing.

Hey: if you can’t put up with the occasional imperfection…I suggest hanging around some other speedWay!!

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7 Responses to “Shit Happens”


  1. 1 fatsavage January 31, 2007 at 5:48 am

    My world weary Daughter does this for me all the time and I still think it is sweet and mushy that she cares. Guess how disgusting you think this story is depends on whether your the daughter, an observer or the drunk.

    A writer should be happy when he can make people laugh or make them cry. This story is unique in that it does each for different people. At least you made us care.

  2. 2 Mike E January 31, 2007 at 12:55 pm

    Point taken — and when I said “It happens to the best of us”…I meant just that. Shit I passed out once in the Bar’s bathrooom!

    I just get weirded out by being called mushy.

  3. 3 Mike E January 31, 2007 at 12:58 pm

    Btw: Does she really do the “carrot on the stick” with a bottle of wine thing?

    I thought that was a one of a kind act!

  4. 4 fatsavage January 31, 2007 at 3:02 pm

    You want mushy – she actually comes up puts her arms around my neck, bats her eyelashes and says “oh daddy”. She usually gets her way even when the blood pressure is off the scale, I’m beet red and screaming like a banshee. She’s too bold to be afraid of savages.

  5. 6 pippi January 31, 2007 at 7:40 pm

    Yea, man, you didn’t fail because I found it sweet and mushy.
    It struck a note of emapathy in me.
    That’s all.

    XXOO!

  6. 7 Mike E January 31, 2007 at 7:41 pm

    Ok o-K!

    I am a mushy bitch.


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