So one of my detainees came into detention hall with nothing to do yesterday. I told him to grab a book from the bookshelf. His pick: Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya. Um...don't think he was going to read that one. So I handed him:
And showed him my story in Blood Lite II. The first line of "The Unfortunate Persistence of Harold Francis Beamish" begins with the words: "On their way to drunkenness..."
Detention hall kid: "This story is making me thirsty."