There's a general store and raw bar at Indian Pass.
Some people like Indian
Pass oysters better than
Apalachicola oysters. I went in and they were
unfriendly.
Maybe they thought I was a realtor.
He ain't from around here. I don't look like
a local.
I don't talk like one. I do eat oysters on the half shell.
I know there are pottery types named after Money Bayou
and Indian Pass.
I almost was a Southeastern archeologist.
If I had stayed in archeology would
I be the head of a department
somewhere? East Jesus State, say? I stayed in writing.
What
am I. The Madcap Titan of the Dustbin.
Kurt Schwitters revisited. Making art out
of scrap.
A bricoleur, or knacker in an abattoir.
Self-published pamphlets
and a web site
on the Internet. Not The Daily Beast (Tina Brown).
Not
The Huffington Post. Not Salon. Not Slate.
The Daily Bulletin
(www.thedailybulletin.com).
A day late and a dollar short. These are the assholes
who called Money Bayou Nigger Beach.