Friday, June 30, 2006




I must drive little chickens to Provincetown, and then fly back.


I wish I could stay awhile; while I don't enjoy the man-cock, I do enjoy the beautiful beach . . .

1 Comments:

Anonymous Mister Parker said...

Say hello to Norman Mailer for me -- maybe the last living literary giant and surely the last link to a time when people actually cared what a writer had to say. Now even someone as popular as Dan Brown couldn't get himself arrested in Barnes and Noble and God help the poor schnooks with literary aspirations.

Friday, June 30, 2006 4:43:00 pm  

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