When my publicist wired me in Tangier to say that Frank Edler still wanted to do that interview, I almost had to decline, as I’d just booked passage on a fishing vessel departing for Spain, where I intended to live, study, and take a vow of monastic silence with the mescaline-hashish monks of St. Salieri Priory for an entire year. Luckily for Mr. Edler, his plane landed in time. When the man arrived breathless at the smoky café I liked to frequent in famous Zoco Chico square, I still had an hour to spare.
This is a recording of our interview.
Just kidding. I was actually drinking rotgut beer out of a can in fuckin’ Cleveland (aka The Mistake on the Lake) when Frank called me from fuckin’ Jersey (aka The Mistake on the Ocean), where he was drinking rotgut wine out the bottle. Dudes were jrunk.
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