An Excerpt From “The Great Canadian Novel” by Brady Tighe.

Till finally I decided to say, “Fuck this shit. I’m fucking done trying to even start this fucking nightmare train. This literary fuckfest can’t even get started, so I’m fucking done. Somebody else can write the fucking thing. In fact, now that I think about it, somebody probably has. Margret Atwood has written like, sixty thousand fucking books. One of those is probably the Great Canadian Novel. Why the fuck should I even bother? I’m done bothering. Fuck you and your talent Margret Atwood. Fuuuuuuck You.”

 

Pour drink.

 

Cry self to sleep in whiskey tears.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s