I spent my twenties running from monsters. My parents were drags that pursued me unrelentingly through years of drugs and boozy despair. A fugitive from the emotional wreckage of my parents’ lives. In the fall I moved to New York and settled into a new life in the Village. A life of solitude and self-dependence. I realized that finally the running was over. I turned to face the demons only to realize that they were lifeless figments of my own battered childhood memory. The old man lies dead in the cold Missouri ground and the wild waitress is a sad tattered lady living in a double-wide trailer in Mississippi typing recipes for spam casseroles on index cards.
December 7th, 1980
December 7th, 1980
December 7th, 1980
I spent my twenties running from monsters. My parents were drags that pursued me unrelentingly through years of drugs and boozy despair. A fugitive from the emotional wreckage of my parents’ lives. In the fall I moved to New York and settled into a new life in the Village. A life of solitude and self-dependence. I realized that finally the running was over. I turned to face the demons only to realize that they were lifeless figments of my own battered childhood memory. The old man lies dead in the cold Missouri ground and the wild waitress is a sad tattered lady living in a double-wide trailer in Mississippi typing recipes for spam casseroles on index cards.