I was touched by this story in today’s Boston Globe.
I liked the human crafstmanship in the telling, and deeply moved by the dramatic yet universal tale of the failure to live up to our potential.
So I gave it to my 11 year old daughter to read. I asked her why she thought I wanted her to read it. “So I won’t take drugs. Duh.”
I said, “something like that, but there’s something else….” But she had already left the room, singing Avril Lavigne.
Econoklastic
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro
When they make a movie of one of Johnny’s books, I hope they use this tune. It’s written by Warren Zevon and Hunter S. Thompson, and has a paranoid feel on a blues riff. Voices of the dead, I guess. Rest In Peace, guys.