To create anything… is to believe, if only momentarily, you are capable of...– Tom Bissell, Magic Hours
Suicide carried off many. Drink and the devil took care of the rest.– Robert Louis Stevenson
You can tell what kind of night it was by how many wine glasses are in the sink.
But i know we can’t all stay here forever, so i want to write my words on...– Shannon Hoon
If it doesn’t come from your heart, music just doesn’t work.– Levon Helm
Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s...– Groucho Marx
Drinking With Bowie
We were drinking absinthe Red Bulls, as i expected. Dave (he asked me to call him that) and i had met earlier at one of his shows in a local gymnasium. Why was Bowie playing a gym? Well, it was one of those fancy two-tiered gymnasiums, where you could look down upon the action from the second level and throw things and spit, except everybody was on their best behaviour for Bowie; paper airplanes...
Oh what fresh hell is this? It’s about as fresh as an evening-old fart trapped under cover, released upon awakening, like breaking the seal on a can of crushed assholes. I’m shivering, lying on a cot beside the stage where i have just performed, while my boss is loading out my drums and saying i don’t have to be at work in the morning. I haven’t worked for him in a year and...
It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for...– Bukowski
Like the kling-klang king of the rim-ram room.– Ben Sanderson, Leaving Las Vegas
Riley looks up at me from between my legs, her hair pulled back like a sexy Samurai, the tip of my hard cock resting gently on her bottom lip. She continues to stare at me while slowly taking the head into her mouth, rocking her head back and forth slightly, creating a soft in-out motion that is really fucking pleasing. I decide that it’s the hottest blowjob in recent memory due to the combination...
It’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.– Bukowski
I’m not there. Rarely am. Persona non grata, as my parents used to say. I’ve been to exactly three family functions in my lifetime; a reunion, my grandfather’s funeral, and my sister’s wedding. Pissing yourself at the reception doesn’t typically elicit many encores. My sister, although clearly mortified, escorted me upstairs to my hotel room and placed me in my reserved seat on the...
There’s nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and...– Billy Joel
She was always just kinda there - a friend of friends, hanging around with the crew. Nice enough, but meek and not initially captivating; adequately cute in a tomboy pixie, always the bridesmaid never the bride kind of way. She had a thing for me that was surely not reciprocated, or so I thought. We partook in the usual slate of post-college pre-job activities, including pot luck dinners, cheap...