My father and I have the same hands. We have the same dreams. We write the same lyrics, sometimes.
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My father and I have the same hands. We have the same dreams. We write the same lyrics, sometimes.
“If you read any of my stories or novels, the drama is the same: some fucked up, damaged, terrifying situation and this nearly hysterical determination to spin away from the meat grinder through language, through comedy, through metaphor, through a sort of manic refusal to give in.”
Curtis White