Beautiful Screaming of Pigs by Damon Galgut

By Damon Galgut

A yr in the past Patrick wintry weather used to be in Namibia finishing his army carrier. Now, through the its first unfastened elections, Patrick has again to the rustic he defended; where the place he fell in love for the 1st and in simple terms time. With the rustic poised to alter without end, Patrick is compelled to revisit his earlier and scale the wall that he has outfitted round his painful thoughts of affection and battle, and loss.

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How am I still here then? I couldn’t swim when I was five. ” His voiced droned as if in a trance, just another story told to a stranger at closing time. “God, I liked her. She was this tasty blonde-haired doll. Teeny, high voice. Swear if you stuck a finger in her, she’d squeak. Family had a cottage up the road. We were in her room, her parents out somewhere. I had my hand up her shirt. She was one of those pristine Catholic girls, so it was a big deal just getting to second base. ” He sighed with fond remembrance.

I don’t like being plugged in to someone’s beck and call. I didn’t own a computer. Rarely used the Internet for anything. Didn’t even have an email address. At least not one I ever checked. I didn’t have time to sit on my ass playing video games or ogling pictures of naked women. I was too busy busting my ass to keep my head above water. LAMENTATION 33 I could picture this business of his. A gang of pasty dope fiends gacking over circuit boards and Legend of Zelda, or whatever nerds played these days.

I kept a stash of candy in my glove compartment. His mother wouldn’t approve, but she wasn’t around, was she? And I wasn’t one of those fathers who bought into all that new-age parenting bullshit. No sugar. No TV. A forced regimen from the crib through college. My parents didn’t do that with us, and we turned out all right. Well, at least one of us did. The snow that had fallen was the wet, heavy kind—perfect for snowballs and stacking—and several snowmen, in various states of construction, dotted the knoll.

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