(Editor’s Note: This post was first published on 27 September 2014.)
I would say that Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Raymond Carver, John O’Hara, Edgar Allan Poe and Jack Kerouac are my favorite authors. They were all alcoholics. Lately, I’ve been reading up on two other influential American writers, William Burroughs and Charles Bukowski. They were alcoholics. And several of these writers were also heavily into drugs.
What does this say about writers? What does it say about my taste in writers? I really don’t know.
I like to joke about my own hearty thirst for beer; but I’m an amateur compared to these guys when it comes to drinking. I just wish I had their talent, not the drinking problems they had.
Hello hello hello, all my fans of erotic flash fiction. The Old Soldier is reporting for duty. I just came back from a stroll through Little Italy. It’s a gorgeous morning in The ‘Burgh, clear skies and the high will be around 80.
I like walking through Little Italy on a Saturday morning like this one. The commercial district is just coming alive. Everything is so peaceful. The barbershop, the beer distributor, the sandwich shop and the supermarket were open, but Armand’s was still closed.
I can’t wait until I get my fun money on Tuesday or Wednesday. One of the first things I’m going to do is to have a few cold beers at Armand’s.
Feel free to leave comments any time to let me know how I’m doing.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the PittsburghFlashFiction, a magazine of commentary, local interests, pop culture and sex as art and entertainment.