I decided to take a walk to another part of the ‘Loin today. I ran out of weed, and the cheapest and best pot shop is in the roughest part of town. Now I don’t have to take the Boy with me, and leave him outside, it is possible to go down there. Their prices […]
MoreIn the middle of the storm it is hard to see the wood for the trees, the wind from the rain: the good from the bad. I lived in that storm for most of my adult life, and it is only in the last week that I have been inside looking out at the storm […]
MoreThe Brooklyn Cowboy just turned 90 years old on August the 1st ’21. He is still playing shows, heading out to Big Sur, that retreat of the beats, chasing the ghosts of Guthrie, his peer and friend; and of Hunke, Ginsburg, Kerouac and Cassady, following the road, picking on down the highway. “If you pick […]
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