tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814077478976378902.post4236547305254814857..comments2012-03-13T12:43:56.956-04:00Comments on readytoblowagasket: Traumas Happengaskethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954850069959019809noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814077478976378902.post-25443270600081905842009-04-12T16:53:00.000-04:002009-04-12T16:53:00.000-04:00Hey, I like it, and, believe it or not, reading ab...Hey, I like it, and, believe it or not, reading about accidents involving animals doesn't bother me. What really upsets me is reading, fiction or non-, where some idiot actually torments an animal, and, worst of all, then reaches some higher truth, and the reader's supposed to forgive, or see it as a moral lesson of some kind. I still remember hearing a story on This American Life about a shithead who abuses a turtle (I don't know if the story was true or not, although I think it was) as a way to feel his own emotional pain. So twisted. And evil and boring.<BR/><BR/>Gotta say, and maybe this is a twisted thing in me, that my favorite sentence in your piece was also the most graphic:<BR/><BR/> "I remember a red pulpy stripe of exposed flesh along its back, although I can't say for sure if I actually saw that or if I imagined it after overhearing people talk about the dog."<BR/><BR/>Yes! I can totally see that! Keep it up, the writing, is what I think.pnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03322569315817004741noreply@blogger.com