After reading this sentence, "Ernie winds the truck comfortably through the bars and clubs and brothels, their fluorescent lights flickering on for the evening, out past the factories and warehouses and into the ramshackle colonias with their narrow dirt roads where tin-topped cinderblock homes lean against each other like drunks on a park bench" - I thought, damn! This is excellent writing! Like, get this guy a literary agent!
After reading this sentence, "Ernie winds the truck comfortably through the bars and clubs and brothels, their fluorescent lights flickering on for the evening, out past the factories and warehouses and into the ramshackle colonias with their narrow dirt roads where tin-topped cinderblock homes lean against each other like drunks on a park bench" - I thought, damn! This is excellent writing! Like, get this guy a literary agent!
I second Arthur. The musicality. Like ---- unreal.