02 July 2010

A famous gossip columnist disappears and no one is asking questions?

He was on some awful trip. Going on and on about things like pithing and exsanguination. And even though none of us were stoned - he was killing our high. Just outside Saugerties were we. Searching for #56 Parnassus. We were gonna paint it black but by the time we got there it was dark and all we could see were fireflies. Woke up to a four dog night at the foot of the Berkshires. Turned over and whispered into her hair. It felt good to be alive.

1 comment:

Jeff said...

How's the blog going