TOM WAITS FRANKS WILD YEARS Well Frank settled down in the valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wifes forehead. He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15 % and put a down payment on a little two bedroom place. His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash, made good bloody Mary’s, kept her mouth shut most of the time had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind. They had a thoroughly modern kitchen self-cleaning oven (the whole bit). Frank drove a little sedan they were so happy. One night frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple mickeys, big mouths. Drank em in the car on his way to the shell station. He got a gallon of gas in a can, drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red Then frank put on a top forty station got on the Hollywood freeway headed north He never did like that dog anyway.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 01:40:02 +0000
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