Then his wife left him because she said she wanted to find herself. She went to live on a college campus and told him not to bother her anymore. Jack no longer had a war, a gas station, the gospel, the boys or now even a wife. He started drinking, spending all his money on whiskey. He’d load up in a bar, then pass out somewhere on the way home. In the morning he’d find himself huddled behind some bushes next to the library or stretched out on the porch of a church. In stinking clothes, he’d drag home, full of shame. Jack would then clean himself up, go to church the next Sunday and swear he’d never take another drink. But in a week or two, he’d do it all again. One night Jack was arrested. A policeman found him lying in a sandbox in the park. Jack had to pay a fine and was ordered by the judge to go to the Veterans Hospital to “dry out.” Jack checked himself in the next week. The Veterans Hospital was on the edge of town, surrounded by green lawns and bordering a forest. The yellow brick building was old, and inside, on its.
What do You think about Every Living Thing (1985)?
