Story I wrote

[Drew Katsikas]

I'm not offended, I just think you're a shit, and you have no clue what you're talking about. Big sweeping landscapes wasn't his fucking point. And if you think

"And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want to brush my hair out in front of a mirror and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes"

is something a regular person would just casually say, I would ask you what's in the water in your town. I'm not saying that becuase you dislike my story you know nothing about Hemingway. You single-handedly proved you lack of understanding of the guy through what you said.

And thanks Proto, I would have appreciated something remotley similar to that when you first replied.