Larry McMurtry’s book about high school,
The Last Picture Show, turned into a series of
five books about Duane’s
His wife, his lovers, his children, his employees.
Cowboys and Mexicans. At Yatesville, Lash LaRue
popped a cigarette out of my hand. He missed.
It hurt like thunder. Lash LaRue was sorry.
Embarrassed. In
with Sunset
he said. “My name is Kit.” He was doing
a USO tour, shooting aspirins out of
people’s fingers. I had learned
my lesson. Show business
is not for sissies.