In case you are wondering...or ever did...what was my conclusion after reading In The Hand of Dante? Maybe about two or three times in my life I have read a book and coming close to its end I have an underlying sadness knowing so. In order to combat this I start the book over in the middle or somewhere I loved.I read the second half of the book possibly about three times, maybe more...I have 3 chapters left, still unread. I am going to conclude my joy within the next week, but seeking solitude and something else to fill the inevitable void. What book is "Sure" talking about? Love it already...and the passage he mentioned was you in the best form to me. Something about the way you write is direct,meaningful, beautiful, vulgar....a lot like me!...haha...Jest aside...I need another book fix. The way you describe things touches on emotions I have have never placed words on, but coveted most within heart. You have led quite an amazing life Mr.Tosches....even if the reason why the chicken crossed the road escaped you.
Don't make me start over.
At least not yet. And I never did figure out what color the sky is.
From "Dino" by NT: "They used to make love and laugh. Now they fucked and fought. How long, after all, could butterflies live? Love was a racket. It was like booze. It exhilarated you, it transported you, and in the end it fucked you over and left you feeling l
