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Another satisfied reader!!!

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This part is especially cool: "characters perfectly flowing imperfectly through life."

If you haven't read Only Shot At A Good Tombstone yet, give it a shot!

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Orange Spaghetti Sauce?

"The family-size can of Franco-American spaghetti he had at home was fine if you wanted a quick dinner that didn’t taste anything like real spaghetti, but for chrissake, the sauce was orange and had carrots in the ingredients!  What the f*** is that?  Orange spaghetti sauce?  He ate it on a regular basis nonetheless, always smothered with a quarter-inch layer of Parmesan cheese." 

Only Shot At A Good Tombstone (p. 195). Copyright 2010 by Robert R. Mitchell

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"Happily mellow and acceptably melancholy"

"He was happily mellow and acceptably melancholy like an old “10,000 Maniacs” song.  The sidewalk felt good beneath his feet.  The city sounds melted together into a pleasurable level of white noise.  He forgot about the smog, the glare, and the monotonous, market-driven, show-biz-conscious, homogeneity of Southern California.  Instead, he looked at the people walking on the sidewalk, driving the cars in the street, and riding the bicycles that weaved annoyingly and dangerously through traffic and pedestrians, with a bemused detachment."

Only Shot At A Good Tombstone (pp. 123-124). Copyright 2010 by Robert R. Mitchell

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Today in Seattle

In 2016, when the hatred and vitriol is flying, let's remember today. Today when 750,000 Americans (and Canadians) of all races, beliefs, political persuasions and sexual orientations packed themselves into the downtown streets of Seattle and cheered a team of misfit true believers who beat the odds and silenced their critics. Not a single person was arrested. My sister-in-law who works at Harborview said it was strangely quiet. 750,000 people, many of whom had spent the night saving spots. Think about it. Many of us have relatives whose families can't make it through Christmas dinner without at least one arrest and a trip to the ER. This is Seattle, where jacked-up NRA-stickered F-250s follow Coexist-plastered Subarus; where Alaskan fishermen rub shoulders with queer activists in Ballard bars; where self-righteous liberal white folks walk 6 blocks south to conspicuously eat at "soul food" restaurants filled with incredulous and amused black folk. This is Seattle and we all got along. Let's remember this.

"poems are like vegetables"

"...poems are like vegetables: you’re forced to eat them when you’re young; you leave them be for a few years when you get out on your own; and then you wise up, you realize they’re good for you, and you eat them like your life depends on ‘em,‘cause at that point it does."

Only Shot At A Good Tombstone (page 2) - Copyright 2010 by Robert R. Mitchell

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I'm a dork but we're back in the Giveaway business!

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Another great rating!

Another great rating on Goodreads!! This one from Ontario, Canada; home of the Maple Leafs and Spookey Ruben, lead singer of AAA Battery!! Many thanks again to everyone who has read the story and rated it on Goodreads and Amazon!! VERY much appreciated!

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Excerpt tonight - Enter to win tomorrow!

"Smog and city lights obscured the brilliant legions of stars, the cold diamonds of the sky. Only the moon was bright enough to compete with the neon, halogen, sodium vapor and mercury. What kind of place is it when you can’t even see the stars? We throw up arcs and filaments and ballasts like Babels of illumination, swaggering about as if lighting up ballfields, airports and city streets makes any real difference in the world, let alone the universe. All of it amounting to less than a pin prick in the black, heavy, backlit Big Top of reality. We erase the night sky and forget that there’s infinity all around us."

From Only Shot At A Good Tombstone (p. 249) - Copyright 2010 by Robert R. Mitchell

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Rant - Review

Rant by Chuck Palahniuk

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


WTF?!? Holy ****!! Yup, Rant is quintessential Palahniuk. Shout “birth certificate” in a crowded theater of conspiracy theorists. Drop 10,000 bloody syringes on a hypochondriac convention. Rant is chaos built to exacting standards and the tightest tolerances: “Listen to that door close, sir. Ka-thunk. That’s what you want to hear.” Begin with dueling banjos and finish with a DeLorean parked in the handicapped spot at the Parthenon. It’s like deploying a spike strip in front of Tebow, filling fire extinguishers with napalm and eating a jar of mayonnaise for real (not the vanilla pudding trick). Chuck Palahniuk leaves no stone unturned, no orifice unplumbed, no excretion unapplied. Self-righteous amorality? I think so, but I honestly can’t tell for sure. Here, you take a look; just don’t touch anything. Did I wash my hands? Can’t remember if I washed my hands. I’ll be right back: going to wash my hands. He makes Nero look like Danny Thomas. It’s like watching that cup video at Baskin Robbins. Or like combining “To Catch A Predator” with “Let’s Make A Deal.” Holy **** .



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