Pinch, punch, first of the month – no returns (unless you really feel like it, and if you do, please be my guest).
T.S. Eliot said that April is the cruellest month (I always struggled with the… 284 more words
“We spent the rest of that night rounding up materials and packing the car. Then we ate the mescaline and went swimming in the ocean. Somewhere around dawn we had breakfast in a Malibu coffee shop, then drove very carefully across town and plunged onto the smog-shrouded Pasadena Freeway, heading East.” 21 more words
Today is the 77th birthday of the man that once said: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! 813 more words