Call off your dogs, Selig. It's over. You won.

Call off your dogs, Selig. It's over. You won.

Friday, May 4, 2012


“I saw an old drunk fall in front of the laundrimat at Elizabeth and Fleming. He cracked his head open and made a terrible pool of blood. Someone seemed to know he wouldn’t die from it. But I looked down through spinning air filled with Frangipanti and rock and roll and saw how quickly you are alone, how quickly that can be shown to you in an instant. I think for a long time that it was my business to drive this into relief, that this is what I did for my time, poured blood from my head so that others could form a circle.”

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Thomas McGuane

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