I could call FLORIDA WRITER: A PI NOVEL
GULF COAST BLUES: KEY WEST TO PENSACOLA.
I could stop. I don't have to keep on going. No, I think
I want to cover the entire state. I am a Florida native.
Born and raised. Educated. Born, died, in-the-service.
School, the military, work. I worked for IBM, I was
a grunt for Western Electric. No, that was in Atlanta.
That was Lucent Technologies. We had double-digit growth.
Or else. Or else what? Or else dark cable. The bubble burst.
The end of the dot-com revolution. The end of prosperity.
The end of an era. Maybe the end of literacy.
Chris Hedges says literacy was replaced by spectacle.
He calls it Empire of Illusion. You can't run an empire
on lies and bullshit. Commercial advertisements and
political propaganda. Refined sugar and television.
I can't go on, I'll go on. Fail again. Fail better.
Somebody has to fight for the old Delray High.
We're loyal to you, Seacrest High.
We're loyal to you, Seacrest High.
I read Waiting for Godot in Theater Arts magazine
in 1953 in the Delray Beach Public Library.
I was 14, going on 15. I understood what it was about.
It was about waiting. Sometimes you have to wait.
Don't bite the corpses. Don't give them evidence.
Bite your own stomach. Rip your own guts out.
The blues is happy music.
In Gulf Coast Stories, the female hitchhiker
had a pistol in her purse, and stole the man's car.