A healthy dinner of shit-on-a-shingle with a sangiovese and Tom Waits, alone on a Saturday night, avoiding society and any invitation to the drunken debauchery of fellow douche-bags with whom I have already been inebriated twice this week, and I still haven't even finished a sentence here. "Let me put the cut back in your strut and the glide back in your stride. Now, climb aboard a custom Oldsmobile; let me take you for a ride."
2001, Lubbock, TX: Cassadidy cruise, four cylinder blues"I stole my first automobile at fourteen. By the time I swore off such soul thrilling pleasures, nearly a decade later, I had had, illegally, in my possession about five hundred cars, whether taken just for the moment and to be returned to their owner later, or whether taken for the purpose of so altering its appearance as to keep it for several weeks." Back in the arid world of the small minded man, broke again and bleeding daily, return to the normal I suppose, but what more? Contemplating rum and coke, the slow suicide of the mind that can't stand still, still I want to be able to think as clearly and quickly as I have on my best moment. But sobriety would be death for me; I would atrophy and die, like life without a red head.
As the day of O'Brien's bewedding approaches, I come again to the question, what shall be done about preceremonial palpitations required in such situations. I shall do my best to be in the land of Austineity by the instance of this upcoming event, depending on current credit and lack of black in the glass of my unstolen auto. As I have no form of immediate communication available, it will be your responsibility to inform the others of my encroaching arrival.
Love
R
- A letter to an old friend in reference to the bachelor party for another friend whose subsequent wedding resulted in divorce about three years ago.
2001, Lubbock, TX: Cassadidy cruise, four cylinder blues"I stole my first automobile at fourteen. By the time I swore off such soul thrilling pleasures, nearly a decade later, I had had, illegally, in my possession about five hundred cars, whether taken just for the moment and to be returned to their owner later, or whether taken for the purpose of so altering its appearance as to keep it for several weeks." Back in the arid world of the small minded man, broke again and bleeding daily, return to the normal I suppose, but what more? Contemplating rum and coke, the slow suicide of the mind that can't stand still, still I want to be able to think as clearly and quickly as I have on my best moment. But sobriety would be death for me; I would atrophy and die, like life without a red head.
As the day of O'Brien's bewedding approaches, I come again to the question, what shall be done about preceremonial palpitations required in such situations. I shall do my best to be in the land of Austineity by the instance of this upcoming event, depending on current credit and lack of black in the glass of my unstolen auto. As I have no form of immediate communication available, it will be your responsibility to inform the others of my encroaching arrival.
Love
R
- A letter to an old friend in reference to the bachelor party for another friend whose subsequent wedding resulted in divorce about three years ago.
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