for Doc
I feel the absence of Dr.Thompson acutely.
-RUN RABBIT RUN
What a life, eh Brother? Sister? What an absolute treasure, a fine fortune to be able to both shut out the madding world and kick your enemies in the balls.
-BLOG FROM A ROOM
Now I sound like a Nietzsche-quoting misanthrope, which of course I am.
-SHRIEKS FROM PARADISE
Thirteen months without a drink.
-THE PERILS OF SOBRIETY
May the Year of the Dog bring you great fortune and happiness.
–IT’S BEEN A WONDERFUL YEAR
Between trouble and the blues, how will we ever survive?
-ANOTHER HOSTILE CITY BREAKDOWN
“Dude doesn’t get the joke, of fucking course he doesn’t and him and his buddy mutter and stand at my bar and his friend goes ‘He’s going to murder you,’ and he goes ‘I’m gonna murder him,’ and he looks at me and I go ‘But I’ve got your drivers license.‘ He looks at me and it’s not funny anymore. ‘Did you check?‘ Give him the mock-smile again. I go ‘I took it from your wallet, chimcharee. Let’s play.‘ ‘I like you, I like this guy,’ he goes, to his friend, ‘I like how he operates.’
-MEN
LIFE OVER, GO HOME, TRY AGAIN TOMORROW.
-TOM WOLFE’S BLUES
Darkly turns the wheel on these end days of the final century.
-MORE FROM THE TRENCHES
They put us on buses. They don’t tell you that. There’s no parking at the track so you’ve got to show up a half hour before start time and get to the pickup. Not that I’m complaining but there’s a gulf of difference between 3:45 and 4:30A.M.
-BARTENDING AT THE TRACK
It’s 143 miles to the Black Sea and 4,772 to Newark, New Jersey.
-ZDRASTI!
Free fall is never good but when ushered in by a carny plutocrat with a dictator fetish, landing is worse.
-GOD BLESS SHEILA BUCK
SUMMER 2018
…YANKED FROM A BROTHER WORD PROCESSOR IN THE YEAR OF THE SNAKE WHILE LIVING ABOVE A CARBON-LEAKING FURNACE IN THE WILDS OF WEST PHILLY…
AUSTIN 2014
“I had two bottles of Evan Williams White Label in my green army-issue duffle. I got off the train in downtown Houston just before midnight, made my way up the hill and found the place. I walked in, introduced myself to the barista and asked for a mug. I dropped my bags, filled the mug, climbed on top of a table and turned the PA ON.
‘Houston.’ I said and earned my road wings.”
-SHRIEKS OF PARADISE, CORRESPONDENCE&RAILS#38
I hauled 2/3 of a ton of copper from Temple to Austin last Friday, at the tail end of a 13&1/2 hour day and I had to go the whole time.
-WHAT SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS FEELS LIKE
I never liked Christmas.
-IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE FUCK THIS
HAVE CAMERA, WILL TRAVEL.
-BACK IN THE JOURNALISM BUSINESS
See you on the streets motherfucker.
KEEP BLEEDING IN THE ANNO FINEM:
10 Years At Going For The Throat
