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Evangelical Bulldog (quote)

On Mike Dariano

Carry Amelia Moore Gloyd Nation imagined that she was " a bulldog running along at the feet of Jesus, barking at what He doesn't like" and expressed her dislike of liquor physically.

I ran behind the bar she wrote, smashed the mirror and all the bottles under it; picked up the cash register, threw it down; then broke the faucets of the refrigerator, opened the door and cut the rubber tubes that conducted the beer. Of course it began to fly all over the house. I threw over the slot machine, breaking it up and I got from it a sharp piece of iron with which I opened the bungs of the beer kegs, and opened the faucets of the barrels, and then the beer flew in every direction and I was completely saturated. A policeman came in and very good-naturedly arrested me. (page 24)

A bulldog running at the feet of Jesus wielding a hatchet.

6. The Inevitable Departure Of

On 365days 100words

They called it the lung machine. I was, at that moment, thinking about Moby Dick resting peacefully under a whaler. The vessel, a little bigger than the creature's blowhole. "He's not breathing. We've put him on the ventilator." "For how long?" "We can't say." Two days I had spent in a pale blue waiting room that smelled of syringes, ointment and feet. The doctor's white coat had a stain near the name tag. I stared at it as she explained that his heart was too weak to pump blood. "You dropped something on your coat." "What...?" "I think its ketchup."

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