William Burroughs once sat in the backseat of my car, as I transported him from a poetry festival to his hotel. Enroute to the hotel, I heard his rather sepulchre-like voice say, "Strawberries. I'd like to have some strawberries." So, I found a store, and Burrough's traveling companion ran in to get him some berries. That was in 1982, he was quite an old man.
Not only is that gun scary, but you know he shot and killed his wife? They were playing William Tell, and she put an apple on her head that he tried to shoot off. And the rest, as they say, is history. He was definitely a real gone cat.
i tried reading Naked Lunch and gave up pretty quick. just too out there, and while i had a certain fascination for junkies and "heroin chic," i found out (thankfully) that it was a shallow one.
yeah, heard about the wife and apple story too. sigh. we humans are the strangest species yet.
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William Burroughs once sat in the backseat of my car, as I transported him from a poetry festival to his hotel. Enroute to the hotel, I heard his rather sepulchre-like voice say, "Strawberries. I'd like to have some strawberries." So, I found a store, and Burrough's traveling companion ran in to get him some berries. That was in 1982, he was quite an old man.
but the gun is scary...
i don't like guns much
:-)
i abhor guns.
my bro and i couldn't even have toy guns.
have you read burroughs?
he was a real gone cat.
Not only is that gun scary, but you know he shot and killed his wife? They were playing William Tell, and she put an apple on her head that he tried to shoot off. And the rest, as they say, is history. He was definitely a real gone cat.
i knew that about his wife, yes.
i was most familiar with his time spent with the beat guys.
i tried reading Naked Lunch and gave up pretty quick. just too out there, and while i had a certain fascination for junkies and "heroin chic," i found out (thankfully) that it was a shallow one.
yeah, heard about the wife and apple story too. sigh. we humans are the strangest species yet.
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