Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The Unionville Chronicles
This week's reading is by a drunken hobo.
If you want to read the story in Winnemucca, tell them the High Sherifff says its ok.
Lucky you to find a Hobo these days,still there are tramps to be found or vagabonds abound-but sadly many have followed the lost trail,to the bum side of town,where it is better to be lucky then wise.........Good Morning,thank you for the read...Peace(some only find it at the end of a rope)
I do like that High Sheriff with his deep gravelly voice... (sounds suspiciously like a youthful curmudgeon I know) Too bad about his bumbling posse. Hobo perhaps, but drunken? Could've fooled me, with all that fancy writin'...
The audio would not play for me. I did enjoy going back to last weekend's canto and hearing your mom & Enrique.
The crow makes a good divine sign.
So does a chocolate truffle.
Dumber than weeds ..mmmm.. is that dumber than, or less dumb than, dumber than dirt? Inquiring minds need to know.
Didn't sound too drunk. Maybe just smokin' the dumb weed?
Fun. I liked it.
i love your deep and gritty voice,
but then i think i always have.
certainly that has nothing
to do with the story...
but for me,
a little sound
goes a long way...
Anonymous, once a hobo always unreliable.
Terry, tell that to Hemingway's ghost. You'll find it at a bar in Havana.
Amen, J.D. The audio seems to be working here. I bet Arkansas has filters to remove gravelly voices.
TLP, I think weeds are smarter than dirt and dumber than worms.
cute one and the voice was super, though I had to mess with it a couple
of times in order for it to play.
Cooper, now is the time I wish my online line wasn't so completely powered by Apple.
Not bad for a drunkard. Not bad at all.
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