Friday, September 28, 2012

The Extended Musing of a Drunk

Gwil James Thomas from Bristol, England left school at 19. He wrote a novel, Captains of Sinking Ships mostly on sanitary napkins and barf bags. He's in Spain now taking care of a dog, he hopes he doesn't have to eat. He estimates that he’ll be happily retired by 25 and dead by 30. He doesn’t believe in curses.

“The pub was rich in stories, they spanned geography, lovers, creeds, religions, everything. Dictated they’d take up novels, but every night we ended it in three words - fuck it all.” 

1 comment:

  1. This is a bar scene, a bit different, but still the same in all parts of the world. Gwil is an up and comer. I see great things in his future. Don't eat that Spanish dog, I ate one in Mexico & almost died.