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I’ve recently been reading The White Album by Joan Didion and today I heard that Vincent Bugliosi passed away. I thought this would be an appropriate passage about that strange, dark time. There were rumors. There were stories. Everything was unmentionable but nothing was unimaginable. This mystical flirtation with the idea of “sin” – this […]

Rock of Ages

“I struck a few notes on an upright piano with the ivory all rotted from the keys and I tried to imagine the prison as it had been, with the big lights playing over the windows all night long and the guards patrolling the gun galleries and the silverware clattering into a bag as it […]

“We were just crazy kids” they say without regret, and look to the future.  The future always looks good in the golden land, because no one remembers the past.  Here is where the hot wind blows and the old ways do not seem relevant.  Here is the last stop for all those who  come from […]