Hot rods, tattoos, Wallace Stevens, processed cheese, beaches, sunny pavement, Dia de los Muertos, anything to do with Lorca's duende, Stephen Dunn, perfect red lipstick, leopard skin shoes, Basho, slumming it, alley-hunts for furniture, the sweet yellow smell of dying grass, dogs with three legs.
People who understand the envy a manner of needing very little induces in the rest of us, for whom everything in the world could never, ever, be anything like enough.
Rockabilly, psychobilly, ska, punk, oi!, dub, dancehall, reggae, blues.
The Sheltering Sky, The Pillow Book, Night of the Living Dead, Spider, Hard Core Logo, It's a Wonderful Life.
Fuck TV.
Beloved, Song of Solomon; Toni Morrison. The White Hotel, DM Thomas. Black Water, Joyce Carol Oates. The Pornographer's Poem, Michael Turner. Filth, Acid House; Irvine Welsh. Naked Lunch, William Burroughs. Can You Wave Bye-Bye, Baby, Elyse Gasco. Bad Imaginings, Caroline Adderson.
Anyone who doesn't put too much faith in his own opinions, who is aware that, in certain circumstances, he might collude with the Nazis, or rob a friend, or murder his mother.