Tuesday, January 29, 1974 0400 I’m standing at the open window looking out at the weird fog,making the city look like a smokey bar. My fireplace is crackling, and I’m getting drunk. I don’t get the concept that if you … Continue reading
Tuesday, January 29, 1974 0400 I’m standing at the open window looking out at the weird fog,making the city look like a smokey bar. My fireplace is crackling, and I’m getting drunk. I don’t get the concept that if you … Continue reading