One long, long sentence

[threeplusfire]

Micah and I go to the giant chinese buffet place by Lamar, the one with the vinyl banners that say "Best Buffet in Austin 6 Years - Austin Chronicle" and we park after driving the wrong way down the parking lot aisle, and I eat myself sick on rice and fried dumplings and mushrooms in spinach and seasame chicken and we talk about movies and sex, and it's a perfect blue afternoon outisde when we leave to have a cigarette, our bellies aching from all that food and then we drive to the liquor store at Duval and 183, buy a bottle of vodka and Crown Royal because we're probably going to drink a lot tonight with this party happening in our newly clean apartment, where I threw out all the beer bottles on the bar because I felt tired of them and you couldn't put any of the kitchen appliances out because there isn't hardly any counter space at all and I don't have pajamas to wear but I sleep in my jeans anyways most nights so I don't worry about it and sit here with my laptop and a coke watching the light turn darker blue outside and wait.

This entry brought to you by pages 96-97 of The Informers by Bret Easton Ellis.

Comments

{g} *That* is not a long sentence

[curmudgn]

When you can write sentences as wonderful as this one, then you will have learned how to do long sentences properly and I will be duly impressed.