Strange Weather

by Joe Hill

Being huge was his primary professional responsibility.

This reminds me of my brother

The slick-looking weasel in his white Cadillac convertible, with its red top and red seats. He color-coded like a motherfucker.

Lol

If ghosts have a color, then they are the color of an August thunderstorm getting ready to break.

Even after you lost someone, it turned out you still had a relationship with that person, one you needed to tend to as you would tend to a relationship with any living friend or relative. Colson was, even now, someone she cared about and was at pains not to misuse.

“Somewhere else,” Dorothy said. She plucked at one ear of her kitten cap. “McDonald’s falls short of my ethical standards. Meat is murder.” “You want to learn about murder,” Lanternglass said, “kick the back of my seat one more time.”

Lol I like this. Makes her feel real

I tried my mother first. It didn’t matter we didn’t get on. I don’t care who you are. It’s a human instinct to seek out your mother when you’ve skinned your knees, when your dog has been hit by a car, when the sky opens and rains nails.

One good thing about being a butch queer is you already figure you’re going to hell, so there’s no reason not to give God a piece of your mind when you feel like it.

away with a dramatic swish, he stepped on a nail and yelped in a high-pitched voice that kinda ruined the effect.

Haaaaa

Neil Gaiman’s most perfect novel, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, is not one sentence longer than it needs to be and came in at less than two hundred pages.

I like that book too!