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I never really thought it through when I climbed into Beastie, back in LA, back in 2015. I didn’t really think about any of it. I didn’t think about boots, or sensible clothes, or water canteens, or propane. I didn’t think about levelling blocks, or food stocks, or bears or cougar or falling branches in […]
MoreI started at Carolyn Cassady’s introduction and read: He is known to have hit women, but I’m sure they asked for it, and that it was a sexual turn-on, as some have confessed to me. Here I am, bubbling over with barely contained fury. Hitting someone is never a sexual turn on, come on guys […]
MoreMy favorite old wreck is alive. Discharged from hospital, living purely on spite and whiskey, and the ability to torture me with a telephone. I lost my temper. One thing he can’t do is bullshit me like he manages to bullshit people who haven’t been there. It is always tomorrow that they will sober up, […]
MoreIf you don’t look down in San Francisco It can be unfortunate for you If you don’t look where you Are putting your foot From time to time Stepping into another’s misfortune Or discarded fragments Of sin sharp and dangerous Discarded emissions Disregarded admissions Of guilt or weakness Fragility or shame If you don’t look […]
MoreMy father abused me and my mother was complicit. I don’t have family. I did ask for help now and then, I told them I was being hurt. I am no contact with them, have been for decades. They are vile, racist, right wing, fuckheads and I hope they are miserable. I don’t want much. […]
MoreMy little Tokyo apartment might have been home, but it was rarely a refuge, hardly ever the safest place I could be. A few times he would be sent off for a few days, a week even, to China, or some other part of Japan, somewhere else, to do business with people in some important […]
MoreI walked far too far today, about ten miles or so, which is too much for me right now, all things considering…So it’s goodnight from me, I’ve a couple of aspirin and a date with netflix…and Townes Van Zandt at the Old Quarter. This is the absolute best recording of Townes I’ve heard – no […]
MoreI didn’t intend to go to The City Lights Bookstore today, I guess the road had other plans. The road has other plans even when you are on foot, especially when you are on foot, I guess, no solid walls of the vehicle to shield you, no wheels to out run Fate and her furies… […]
MoreI don’t know whether any of you read the missed connections on Craigslist? It is mostly a horrorshow of human sexual desperation, but there is the occasional gem. In the depths of the pandemic, protests raging, everyone scared, deaths rising, I found a woman, just wanting to wish everyone well, and ask them to stay […]
MoreThe fog is closing in on San Francisco, the street homeless outside huddled around a radio, the dogs even looking damp and chilled to the bone. I am grateful for the shelter tonight, I’m grateful to be inside, I’m grateful for the heater in my room. After five years on the road, five years without […]
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