Category Archives: Weapons

Chapter 10. Elected to the Republican slate of delegates for Richard Nixon from the Great State of Tennessee…

Elected to the Republican slate of del­e­gates for Richard Nixon from the Great State of Tennessee, I was in no way a king­mak­er. After all, Richard Nixon raked in 5,378,704 votes in the pri­ma­ry or 86.92% of the votes cast, and 47,168,710 votes or 60.7% of those votes cast in the November gen­er­al, a pul­sat­ing land­slide vic­to­ry, mea­sur­ably […]

Chapter 6. Three nights before John Lennon was shot dead in front…

Three nights be­fore John Lennon was shot dead in front of the Dakota, and all the fret world mourned el bar­rio del cor­pus christi was rel­a­tive­ly qui­et to the most ca­su­al ob­serv­er, of whom I was one, bel­ly up to a sat­is­fied mind af­ter a quick hand­ful of tacos lengua and a wet bur­ri­to at Crackling Rosie’s end­ed the […]

Chapter 2. We’ll get to the official purposes of my morning…

We’ll get to the of­fi­cial pur­pos­es of my morn­ing rou­tine lat­er, but let me walk you through the ba­sics. Are you record­ing this? Come on peo­ple. Let’s get our sto­ry straight. Will some­body please shuf­fle me a freak­ing elec­tron­ic de­vice that will please on some non-sadistic lev­el work some mag­ic fuck job on our Greenwich Village […]

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From the ear­li­est episodes of my life, I was al­ways sure to be found read­ing, writ­ing, doo­dling, or­ga­niz­ing, and with the most al­ge­bra­ic of pur­pos­es, goof­ing, in­ter­ro­gat­ing, ready­ing, doubt­ing, re­sist­ing, stalk­ing and prepar­ing the way for an artis­tic life not so much of grandiose deeds, but of ex­iled sup­po­si­tions wash­ing up against the keen but jagged […]