Endorphins. Two-wheels. Performing. French-pressed black coffee. A well-timed smile. Style that costs more than money. Whiskey. Traveling.
Musicians. Bikers. Hikers. Screamers. Singers. Drinkers. Eaters. Generally-know-how-to-have-a-good-timers.
And does this give you little tingles? If so, I'd like to meet you too:
Yes.
"Shit. I know shit's bad right now, with all that starving bullshit, and the dust storms, and we are running out of french fries and burrito covers. But I got a solution."
Sore subject.
Now: You Can't Do That - George Seldes / Just finished: Alaska - James Mischner / All time: Lolita (finished this recently - all I can say is it was the most beautiful and truthful story I've ever read), The Grapes of Wrath, Catcher in Rye, The Great Gatsby, The Giving Tree, Where The Wild Things Are, Life on the Mississippi, Boss, Fast Food Nation, Facts and Fascism, A Walk in the Woods, Crossfire: The Plot That Killed Kennedy, Bikes and Riders, Gilligan's Wake
John Steinbeck, Ralph Nader, Karl Cassel, my brother, my bartender, and these guys:
(One man's Situationist is just another man's Asshole.)