I wrote a song titled "ordering beef in bulk" for the 1991 Pride Parade, but the judges ruled my entry ineligible due to technical logistics. In truth, I think they didn't get my sense of humor. Oh well....
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
Can I borrow a couple dollars, just until next week?
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
When we worked for the florist shop in Chicago, one night myself and another guy went to the Ambassador West Hotel at midnight to pick up after a Jewish wedding.
When we got there the band was playing and people were still dancing. The guy with me started taking flowers from the tables. I told him, "You can't do that when they are still dancing." He said, "I'k going out for a beer."
He never came back and I had to get all the equipment out by myself.
Several years later I was sitting in a bar room and who walks in? You guessed it, the guy that took off on me at the wedding.
He had a cane and I asked, "What happened to you?"
He said it was MS. He might be dead by now for all I know. ;)
"When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke