to pass the time, I am going to read a chapter every day (14 chapters, 14 days), from Hunter S. Thompson’s splendid insanity of a book: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Please tune in – Hell, share this link (more…)
I stand at the counter, listening to the rain. Coffee cup empty, waiting. The kitchen, still groggy, offers up its best, tawny yawn. In the dark just outside, fat, spring drops indulge a swollen, soft-shoe on the deck timbers. I (more…)
to the greatest little boozer …~ the Pogues
It’s a certain kind of scribbler who seeks to write in a bar (reading in a bar an altogether different psyche profile).
It’s not proximity to a beverage of choice, (more…)