Δυστυχώς ή ευτυχώς η αλήθεια αυτού του κόσμου είναι αυτή... The secret of my Endurance I still get letters in the mail, mostly from cracked-up men in tiny rooms with factory jobs or no jobs who are living with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just booze and madness. I get most of their letters on lined paper written with an unsharpened pencil or in ink in tiny handwritings that slants to the left and the paper is most often torn usually halfway up the middle and they say they like my stuff, I’ve written from where it’s at, they recognize it truly, I’ve given them some chance, some recognition of where its at. it’s true, I was there, even worse off than most of them. but I wonder if they realize where their letter arrives? well, its dropped into a box on a wire fence behind a six-foot hedge and a long driveway to a two car garage, rose garden, fruit trees, animals, a beautiful woman, mortgage about half paid after a years residence, a new car- two cars, fireplace and a green rug two-inches deep with a young boy to write my stuff now, I keep him in a ten-foot square cage with a typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores, belt buckle him pretty good three or four times a week. I’m 60 years old now and the critics say my stuff is getting better than ever. https://youtube/watch?v=P5hhqvNDak8
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 12:47:33 +0000
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