Rob Roy O'Keefe

All the Things I Don't Understand: A collection of sorts (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

As my lack of comprehension is nothing if not expansive, this collection could not truly contain all of the things I don't understand. Instead, it is focused on those subjects that I have found to be particularly perplexing: the universe, relationships, and grocery stores.

Throughout these pages, you will discover a mix of poems and poem-like constructs addressing serious and less than serious subjects which are all, (okay, mostly) natural (again okay, maybe somewhat contrived) byproducts of our (really my) existence.

The point is, reading through these pieces, you may come away feeling better about yourself, simply by realizing that by comparison, you carry a lot less baggage than you thought. Then again, you may just end up accepting you don't understand anything either. In the latter case, at least you'll have company. Enjoy.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Rob Roy O'Keefe
• Erscheinungstermin: 26. Dezember 2020
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781005749002
• Artikelnr.: 74352744

Autorenporträt

The story of Rob Roy O'Keefe's birth goes that he was born in the same Irish cottage as his grandfather and in the same year, which lead to a time paradox so cataclysmic that he would never finish th

Fortunately, the truth is much different. Turns out he was not born in a cottage or in Ireland, but in a Howard Johnson's in Bayonne, which may explain his lifelong habit of ending each day with 28 flavors of ice cream.

In his twenties, he went through a period of crisis and self-doubt upon learning he was not named after a Scottish folk hero, but rather a mixed drink featuring scotch whisky and sweet vermouth. Years of counseling eventually enabled him to resume his place in society. That, and the realization that his siblings, Mojito, Daiquiri, and Gimlet, had it much worse than he did.

Rob made his way in the world as the inventor of several nonexistent colors and is living a life of leisure thanks to the royalty checks he receives for creating the descriptive names found on garden hose nozzles. His favorite is "Mist."