In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
Music
"My finest hour I've ever known was finding a pound on the underground."
Heroes
The word hero is over-used way too often to describe someone who has a shitty job and does it. I guess I have it a lot better than some people, but at the end of the day when I slither over to the elevator at our secret headquarters, no one points at me and says "That man is a hero." Though... actually I am.
big rock candy mountain? where little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks? i hear the boxcars there are empty and the hens lay hardboiled eggs, they killed the jerk that invented work over in candy mountain you know
