BOOZE AND HEMINGWAY

I have recently noticed that a note from Ernest Hemingway has come to light and is being renowned for its' great poetic ode to all forms of alcohol.

I do not degrade his writing genius even if he used mostly one to two syllabic words (this was genius as even todays kids can pronounce the words if they do not get the drift).  I have read nearly all of Hemingway's published works and enjoy them. 

First, let us remember that the man who wrote this, committed suicide while still a fairly young man, alone, on the steps of a mountain cabin in Ketchum, Idaho, by sucking on the end of a 12 gauge shotgun.

His family including brothers and sisters, his children and grand children are all a bunch of nut jobs with addictions to booze, drugs and any other degrading substance available.

So all of those who would rather have a glass of wine rather than eat dinner and need booze or drugs to fortify your courage to face life be my guest and end up looking down the barrel of a twelve gauge.

In his drunken stupor the Great Hemingway did manage to find a gun which would do the job.