I read him and re-read him all through my late 20s and 30s. 15 years in total. Getting wasted in the bushes with a couple of his books fueled him to life, appearing on an open book of his like a starwars hologram, talking right to me.
But after a while, he faded. He dried up. Re-reading his works for a 15th time did not resuscitate him. This curmudgeon, this dangerous and beautiful voice from the sky became just a bunch of repetitively angry books sitting on my shelf that alcohol had written and alcohol had audienced.
An old friend had finally died.
Is anyone else approaching this?
A new world awaits...
But after a while, he faded. He dried up. Re-reading his works for a 15th time did not resuscitate him. This curmudgeon, this dangerous and beautiful voice from the sky became just a bunch of repetitively angry books sitting on my shelf that alcohol had written and alcohol had audienced.
An old friend had finally died.
Is anyone else approaching this?
A new world awaits...
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