Brian Morton is a dad on the Internet. This is meant as the sincerest form of praise. Plenty of individuals live life on the Internet pretending to be dads. At this point being a dad on the Internet is a bit of a MEME. For dads the Internet is a thing their children use. Long ago dads might have been into computers getting everything programmed up but now that a computer is a form of communication, forget it. Good thing dads still have TV and recliners in their ‘man caves’ where they can retreat away from the rest of the world. Writing dads call ‘man caves’ their ‘studies’ in an attempt to disguise the generally useless activity that goes on in such a place.
With Twitter Brian Morton has found his perfect craft. Every tweet is focused on his inner dad. This is hard work especially to do online with sincerity. His children provide plenty of tweet-able quotes. Parents have children for a variety of reasons. At first children are adorable being cute not really contributing much of anything. Next with early childhood they become nearly philosophical with their musings about the world unfiltered from any particular basis. Later the children become entertaining providing a conversation partner. Bringing in the teens is troublesome due to the extreme irrational behavior they display. Finally when children become adults they leave to start new families or do whatever it is adults actually do with their lives. Reaching adulthood takes a lifetime.
Children psyche out their parents. Many child-held beliefs are insincere. Few children actually believe in Santa Claus. Rather the children humor their parents pretending that their parental overlords have that amount of power and influence behind them. When children fight the only thing that brings them back together is an even more pronounced dislike of those who brought them into the world. Anyone who tries to live-tweet their children fighting is in for a world of hurt. On the plus side the children will stop fighting each other giving the parents a peace of sorts.
A child eventually becomes an adult. Surprisingly children have incredibly good memories. Whatever is said to a child comes back to stay synced up in their mind for the rest of their days, even nights depending on how long they stay up for. Hipsters begin in childhood. Little fragments try to come together to build something very truly grand. There is a time and place for becoming a hipster. Enough effort on the part of a hipster makes them into aging hipsters into something entirely different. Inane thoughts of an aging hipster include what was cool and what is cool. Unfortunately due to age few aged hipsters are ever acknowledged for their hipness. On the plus side many aged hipsters have financial security and a roof over their heads, something few regular hipsters could even dream of.
Eventually Enlightenment happens. It takes a while. Younger individuals never understand what Enlightenment means. With years of living the purpose of Enlightenment becomes clear. Due to age restrictions Enlightenment can never be shared on the Internet for it is different for everyone.
Everybody has a grand old time in Miami. A whole slew of characters descend upon the winter retreat. Without winter there would be no Florida. People go there during the absolute worst moments in weather. Snow, cold, sheer wretchedness doesn’t exist quite the same way in Florida. Here the guests are tortured but by other things. Previous relationships come up. Complications of life rise out of the ashes of relationships killed. Oftentimes it seems hopeless to even bother with those old people in those old relationships. Yet Brett is willing to give it all a chance in this little ‘Excerpt’.
Parties are an important part of the city. Readings devolve into parties. Writers like getting down. Usually writers are thought of as intellectual, highly sensitive people with deep emotions. That might be true for some writers. Here though everyone works on a whole other level. Friends are stood up. Husbands are left to manage hotels. Brett decides to mock the professional of hotel management. Honestly though hotel management is a lucrative career. Anybody can make it in the glamorous world of hotel management. Right as Brett insults the very notion of hotel management there she is, in a hotel, looking at the richly appointed interior. Obviously she fails to appreciate the benefits of hotel management, which brings joy to millions of travelers all across the world.
Brett laughs at the ignorance of her friend. Sadie is well-dressed but poorly-informed. Thanks to the power of Paul’s idiocy, he too remains in the dark managing a hotel somewhere. Good thing Brett has a way more exciting life as a writer. Writing creates whole other worlds, the sort of worlds that involve all sorts of habits of ill-repute. Sometimes those writers simply go for that kind of writing, writing about the filth, literal dirt. One poet Brett meets writes poems about mud. Usually that’s the dirtiest kind of poem, a mud poem, wiping its filth all over the place like a mud-encrusted music festival goer.
Excerpt ends with a heartfelt look at extreme fucking. Sex is an important thing to ‘do right’. Many have sex incorrectly. Eduard appears to have a good idea about sex via the ridiculous amount of it he has with Brett. Besides the sheer quantity there’s also the obsessive insane type of sex being had, the whole drawing-blood sex that’s all the rage lately. At the very end, after the intense form of communication, they are together again.