Jeri, me, too! I could hear Rod Sirling reading your story!**bg**

Blind Drunk in Blind River posted an example of bad writing over in Rick's thread on what constitutes good writing. I wrote this in response, thinking I had to make it 100 words, then realised I was thinking of this thread, so what the heck, I'll post it....not meant as a best, more of a cliche...**bg**

"It was a dark and stormy night in Blind River when a blind drunk came stumbling after me, stinking of cigs and gin gone bad. My dogs were crying out for soft slippers and a hot soak after slinging hash all night, so I ignored him and walked on against the rain. He stumbled after me until I turned around and yelled, "Leave me alone!" He flapped his arms at me. "What the hell do you want?" I asked. Then it hit me, he was a blind, drunk mime in Blind River on a dark and stormy night. "