I’m at the record store perusing the most crucial Caruso tones. Left the rubicon at home. ‘Bout a G overdrawn. I’m on a bender, wide eyes, voice sounding like Bright Eyes through a tape head. I mean, a plague tent, you see. Praying that the vacancy sign inside my iris will dissuade her from the sort of relationship she desires, and a night off to just write off the sight of anything vital is required, despite everything I might of uttered prior. I am a walking fire hazard when I’m Jack-soaked. Antagonistic cats know, “wide birth, fatso!” What part of swerving in a room like I’m Faulkner offers confidence that I could be a lover, let alone a father? Better call the doctor. These “Hills like White Elephant” travails are gonna pale next to years of unquestioned incivility. How’s your company digging misery, and what the fuck ever happened to chivalry?

Some guys looks like Lincoln. Some guys look like John Wilkes Booth. Some guys, they throw down and fight. Other guys just sneak up and shoot. Some guys look like John Wilkes Booth.

Some guys got a way about ‘em. You gotta watch what you say around ‘em. Try to make you feel safe around ‘em. Snakes aching to just break up out ‘em. Whether it’s the fang of the viper that’s at your tit, or the blade of the knife that’s been idling at your ribs, it’s the same slice of irony ripe with the kind of twist that’ll make a man’s heart skip, stop, then split. Lately, I’ve been thinking my life is like a Scorsese flick. Anyone I’ve trusted has never been who he says he is. A deal with the devil is never what you expect it is. Except it is. That’s the definition of deceptive. Shit. This is part Lee Harvey and part Kennedy. Either way I’m rolling to Dallas and armed heavily. Trying to market art, making partners with arch enemies, remnants of the men that they pretend to be. They’re dead to me. Instead of me they’ll only see the side that comes alive when I’m beside myself with sidewinding agony and anxiety. I guess I had my blinders on. I couldn’t get my mind right. In hindsight, I only felt gigantic in the limelight.

Some guys looks like Lincoln. Some guys look like John Wilkes Booth. Some guys, they throw down and fight. Other guys just sneak up and shoot. Some guys look like John Wilkes Booth.