gonzo

what does a man do when he's left with only a shadow of what he might of been, sitting next to pile of cocaine in a house full of guns? what becomes of a Doctor of Journalism when he becomes the story, stumbling in a room full of Wild Turkeys?

where did these beasts come from?

i watched archival footage of a bald dead man run for sheriff on the precipice of his fame. he recounted the pillage of a woman famous for her Beat marriage, and constructed a monument in his back yard using nothing but hubris and rubble. he died every day for 25 years until only a suicide remained.

i drove home sad and put on Maria Callas,
mournful for all the things that might have been.