Cheever
Cheever"Drinking and....then....umm...something comes after that...I think..."
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Before I begin my report of the short stories by Cheever I would like to say, "VERY REPETITIVE!" Thank you now the report may begin.
One book that I can "connect to" is the book of short stories by Cheever. It isn't really the idea that the stories were set in the 40's that gets me, it's the idea that almost every story revolves around drinking. The whole idea of having servants and being an elevator operator didn't really click with me either. As a matter of fact, I found the book terribly written, very repetitive, and on top of all that very very bland. I can say however that the book had a lot of drinking in it, which I can relate to. I KNOW, I KNOW....this is Cretin-Derham Hall...we shouldn't talk about such things. Well, to hell with that. I'm throwing out all the books and pulling all the stops on this one. I'm gonna be different then everyone and write about something not-so-conforming. Well, this is how it all began.
It all started out when my family really started getting screwed up. It was just too much for me and I needed a way out. They all screamed at each other about this or that and everyone seemed to give me a wicked eye about it all. Like somehow this whole ordeal was my fault. So I did what was the closest thing to an answer I could think of, I started smoking weed. A lot of it, everyday I did it. I would go to school stoned, come home from school stoned, and go to sleep stoned. I WAS ALWAYS HIGH. All of this weed seemed to worsen my condition though, I thought this was going to help me. I was even more confused. I quit doing weed and almost committed suicide, let me tell you...three hours in a smoldering room with a gun to your head can change you. It did.
I didn't kill myself but all my problems were sitting right across the room glaring at me. Not so close anymore but still there. They died down for a while but the effects were still there. I let it...
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