Hitch
Brenda’s reading Hitch-22, not telling me
the good parts because she knows I’m going to
read it after she finishes. A literary weekend
chez Jack and Brenda. I’m reading Alex Berenson
John Wells espionage thrillers. Apropos of
and
Tropical Storm Bonnie petered out. Everybody knows
you don’t get a hurricane without a cold front.
Everybody but the Weather Channel.
They have the graphics and the music.
You know what they’re going to say
before they say it. They’re just selling
commercials. That is, the Weather Channel
lies about…the weather. Overdramatizes.
Nash Roberts used to explain shit.
These Twinkies are Smiley Faces.
“Why does everything have to be so
phony?” Bud Eagle asked in Wild Guitar.
“Payola, buzzola…just call it ola—
that’s my business,” his manager said
to the officers of the high school fan clubs.
Hitch makes a living talking on the television.