Fuckfuckmyfuckingass
My coworker gave me a blue marker the other day, as we were discussing something else that had to do with houses. For some reason I scrawled HOUSE on the wall (this was in a back area where no one cares,) with the blue marker.
The following week I walked past the blue house and was overcome with the realization of what I had done.
I read the book once years ago, I don’t think any other work of art has the ability to change the readers psychology. I often have dreams about wandering empty endless houses.
Also one foot note cites my hometown which is a place few people outside the state even know about.
Oh man, wait until you learn about the guy who hung the Nazis.
John C. Woods https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_C._Woods?wprov=sfla1
My favorite detail is how, either through incompetence or malice, John didn’t make the hole in the gallows big enough. As a result each Nazi that made the plunge smashed his face on the way down.
Warms my heart.
And of course a link to my favorite podcast I am duty bound to shill for. https://www.iheart.com/podcast/105-behind-the-bastards-29236323/episode/the-bastard-who-executed-the-55213274/
With his bare fucking hands, apparently.
EDIT: Not to be confused with his bear fucking hands.
On the plus side the train is never late.