One of the best opening lines in a song EVAR

I left by the back door
with my wife’s lover’s
smok­ing gun

It’s just beau­ti­ful how much infor­ma­tion can be passed in just a dozen words.

Reminds me of my favorite Brauti­gan short sto­ry, The Scar­lat­ti Tilt:

“It’s very hard to live in a stu­dio apart­ment in San Jose with a man who’s learn­ing to play the violin.” 

That’s what she told the police when she hand­ed them the emp­ty revolver.

See, that’s part of what I admire in a writer, and I just can’t seem to do it. I’m so obvi­ous and lin­ear, I just can’t seem to let go and let the read­er put two and two togeth­er. My tal­ent is for over­stat­ing the obvi­ous, which can cer­tain­ly be use­ful, but I admire the abil­i­ty to sug­gest what’s not on the page.