I’ve read many blogs over the last seven days. I have seen many voices on those blogs. I have smiled. I have laughed. I nodded. I have agreed with some people. I have been encouraged by others. And I continue to read.
This post, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly had me at its opening line. It was crisp. It was intentional. It was kick-ass. I smiled as I sat at that bar counter and ordered my double shot, iced.
The deeper I dug into the story, the bigger my anticipation for what was going to happen next. I felt nervous and a tad of tension. I cringed and stopped reading for a second. But the vivid description of every action swayed me on to the next word and the next sentence and the next paragraph.
I found an intense interplay between the barman, man and friend, wife and son. I felt the energy in the story and saw the message in it.
Ah, whiskey. A gripping tale.
P.S: I find the person who runs the Soko Murehwa blog mysterious. I haven’t figured out their real name. On Twitter, they are Grandmaster Hasashi. Their handle is jena1905. Their cover pictures show legs and shoes and a car. I like the enigma. Be faceless and yet be in our faces.