
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
You cant come halfway home from the bar.

"And so it was that I found myself slithering up a lonely ribbon of the Pacific Coast Highway to the strains of “Here She Comes Now,” veering east into a wall of fog at the Russian River delta, to chase the ghost of a long-dead idol. "
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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