The surrounding quiet is broken by a rickety shelf of terse conversations and unnecessary introductions, before being stripped down by the gong. And so it begins; day one.
I've had a lot of time to think lately. Late last night, when I couldn't sleep, I was thinking about a supermodel that I met in San Francisco. A supermodel who said that she would call me, but never did...
I stuffed my hip flask into the arse-pocket of my jeans, Dr Tulsa put on his trucker cap, and we left the house, reaching Wild Bill's blues bar around midnight.
The story, told as a warning against hasty and fool-hardy decisions, concerns an incredibly fast dog who is adored by man for her ability to catch hares and rabbits.
Death Valley raven Faithful companion; waiting To peck out my eyes
“See this diner, Sonics?”, said Lori, giving me an improvised tour of her hometown from the pickup. “We used to sneak out of school and go there to smoke cigarettes. The town truant officer would drive past and look through the window at all the booths. We’d see him coming a mile off and just…
Pig Man's real name was Roland Trucchi. The children who studied in the Convento di Ossucio gave him that name, they said, because he was the man who would slaughter the pigs and sheep that were brought down from the Refugio near Croce. In actual fact, the name was rather cruelly derived from Roland Trucchi's appearance, and as it seemed rather fitting, the parents of the children also began to refer to him as Pig Man, although never to his face.
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