There’s a lot of things people think they can’t do and then discover they can when they find themselves tight-wired.

I guess that means I won in the end, at least in a financial sense. But in my heart I stayed ashamed. I kept hearing Miss Hisler asking me why I wanted to waste my talent, why I wanted to waste my time, why I wanted to write junk.

Because everything that goes around, comes around. Maybe it’s luck, or maybe it’s fate, but either way, it comes back around.

And as I thought about the body of Ray Brower in this light- or lack of it- what I felt was not queasiness or fear that he would suddenly appear before us, a green and gibbering banshee whose purpose was to drive us back the way we had come before we could disturb his- its- peace,but a sudden and unexpected wash of pity that he should be so alone and so defenceless in the dark that was now coming over our side of the world.

so here he sits one drunk nigger in a puclic libary after closing, with the book open in front of me and the bottle of Old Kentucky on my left. ‘Tell the truth and shame the devil,’ my mom used to say , but she forgot to tell me that sometimes you can’t shame Mr Splitfoot sober. The Irish know, but of course they’re God’s white niggers and who knows maybe they’re a step ahead.

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