Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Rainy Day Woman, vol. 2

Welcome to the Morning Shift.

If you have something to say about it, please email the Free Times. Frank Lewis is the editor.

21 comments:

mushroom said...

Is that nunber 12 or 35?

Anonymous said...

Erin, your brother led me to find you. At first I was amused, just amused by your banter, then staggered around and found the first post. Since then, I realised there was another pulse driving your frenzy. I've stopped drinking these last two months. Partly, a small part, your brother and yourself became part of my meditation on drinking.
Nearly twenty years ago, I got mugged by a South Sea Islander, twice my size, with two others. After an idiot dance in the street in slow motion (my father had taught me defensive boxing, cling; grab; get inside the punch), he finally slashed my forehead open with a piece of broken glass, from some beer I had been carrying. I was stitched up by a doctor friend who was a neighbour.
Yesyerday, I noticed the scar for the first time in years, Just some angle of the light. I was back there.
We all carry our hurts and scars, just under the surface.

Your brother story is your first post and your second newspaper article. The rest,from here on, can be for you. We have these scar stories which we have to tell, and are better for the telling.
Not all the time. but sometimes.
Your friend from across the world who is crying while typing.

Dean said...

I've not got much to say, E. You touched me.

Oh, except that the Grey Goose guy is wrong. Real women are much more attractive than cartoons.

Jim Winter said...

Man, does that bring back some memories, although I have to say not good ones.

There was a bar near Commerce Dr. in Medina that opened at 6 and served breakfast. I worked 3rd. I remember after about two months of going there twice a week wondering when the hell I got into the habit of drinking Budweiser with my scrambled eggs and sausage.

And I'm with Dean. Grey Goose don't know from women.

Pammy said...

Gritty, dirty, surreal reality. Fantastic, Erin.

~d said...

I love New Orleans. How many times we we stumble out of one bar to end up at another that hosted a 5 or 6AM BBQ? I mean-where else do you go bar-hopping at 11:30PM and BRING your SUNGLASSES!
~d heart Erin

Anonymous said...

Very descriptive write Erin. I feel like I am there

Denny Shane said...

By any chance, dos anyone know where I put my car keys? Thanks in advance.

nadina said...

that was a good read erin .
I could feel that dim thick air all around. Leaving that place into the clean air and to your home must have been a prayer answered.

sleepydog said...

Me, I like going out to bars and drinking. I don't like going to depressing dark places like the one you described though, and my guess is that if that's the kind of place I start hanging out in regularly, then it's time for me to quit drinkin'

I think theres a wonderful sense of love, sadness, loss and anger in your invocation of your brother. You articulated that writing was a way to pay tribute to your brother, and carry on with his gift. It seems that you've done that and more, finding a voice of your own and captivating us all with your wit and wisdom.

Thanks for sharing in the fire that is you, and the spirit of your brother, may his soul rest in peace.

Sleepy hearts Erin

Zen Wizard said...

Since it was Nolan's Bar, I would have told the bartender he looked like Lloyd Nolan.

What bartender doesn't??

Toby said...

Sometimes you want to go where everyone knows your name.

You said a lot to me here, Erin. I miss those days, but I'm glad they're in my past.

Anonymous said...

WOW!! My dad died about 17 months ago.....I was devastateed.....I am devastated although no one knows!! I carry it or maybe it carry's me....I always thought it would never go away....I see it's true. You - your brother...my the memories of love are sweet...xoxox

sleepydog said...

BTW Erin, it was my extreme pleasure to email the editor of the Free Times and tell them what a fine addition to their publication you are.

1) It's true

2) I just love you THAT much.

Bunyan, Paul Bunyan said...

I wrote the editor as well but under a pen name. Nice work

Bugwit Homilies said...

Amusing and sad at the same time, Erin. Nice work. I'd been looking forward to this one sice you mentioned the outing a while back.

I'll write your editor.

~d said...

HEY! I want to email the editor too!

Anonymous said...

The prayer corner. Regulars of the bar.

Reminds me of my mother.

Paul said...

I enjoy the frivolity around here, but I really come for the writing. This one is a keeper...observant, atmospheric, understated.

These days I drink in places where polo is played, but peel off the veneer and I'm back here.
http://singlemanwriting.blogspot.com/2006/01/canary-in-coal-mine.html

PDD said...

Doesn't anyone in there drink wine?

One burbon. One scotch. One beer.

Lisa W. said...

Great piece.