We also legalized pot to which Big Jim likes to poignantly screech, "Fuck yeah!" Things grow heartily in our state of Washington: emerald moss, honey crisp apples, sweet cherries, big dreams, caffeine addiction, and acute passive aggression. He had a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer in hand-classic Big Jim-and was stooping intermittently to yank out a weed the size of a labradoodle. Winner winner chicken dinner, which so happens to be a favorite of mine. I get the perks of living with an employed electrician in a decent neighborhood of Seattle, and he gets his own private live-in funnyman. It's a platonic relationship with a zesty sprinkle of symbiosis. But sometimes you only see the signs once you're on the highest branch of realization.
Slow as a rattlesnake as it bleeds toward you, painting the grass with belly scales. How do you miss something so critical? There were signs, signs that were slow as sap, that amber lava that swallows up a disease-kissed evergreen. I should have known something was dangerously wrong long before I did. Read ExcerptĪ Small Craftsman Home in Ravenna, Seattle, Washington, USA
Humanity's extinction has seemingly arrived, and the only one determined to save it is a cowardly crow whose only knowledge of the world comes from TV. Local wildlife is abuzz with rumors of Seattle's dangerous new predators. is left with no choice but to abandon his old life and venture out into a wild and frightening new world with his trusty steed Dennis, where he suddenly discovers that the neighbors are devouring one other. His tried-and-true remedies-from beak-delivered beer to the slobbering affection of Big Jim's loyal but dim-witted dog, Dennis-fail to cure Big Jim's debilitating malady. starts to think something's not quite right. "those idiots"), and enjoying the finest food humankind has to offer: Cheetos ®.īut when Big Jim's eyeball falls out of his head, S.T.
S.T., a domesticated crow, is a bird of simple pleasures: hanging out with his owner Big Jim, trading insults with Seattle's wild crows (i.e. " The Secret Life of Pets meets The Walking Dead" in this big-hearted, boundlessly beautiful romp through the Apocalypse, where a foul-mouthed crow is humanity's only chance to survive Seattle's zombie problem (Karen Joy Fowler, PEN/Faulkner Award-winning author). A finalist for the 2020 Thurber Prize for American Humor!
0 kommentar(er)
