The Good Father

by Noah Hawley

He’d been on the road for more than a year at that point. A rubber hobo losing himself in the great American absence.

all that “free love” was just another way for men to follow their pricks.

We sat in the warm California sun and watched the surfers, a doctor and his estranged first wife, stunned half to death, like a deer that’s been hit by a car.

The love I felt was uncorruptible.

He was the love I’d been trying to express my whole life.

The dark wet road of the male mind. Hinckley

“The thing about Los Angeles,” said Murray, “is that the defining mood is desperation. It’s a feeling that somewhere, someone else is getting the break you deserve.”

struggled to get to my knees, but Danny was already gone, washed away, lost to the river of history. And as the agent moved to put me in handcuffs I finally surrendered to him, the way the rabbit goes limp in the jaws of the wolf. The moment where he finally accepts that death is inevitable.

“I should have died in a plane crash,” he said. A stunned silence. I had no thoughts. No words.

There are things in this world that no human being should be able to endure. We should die of heartbreak, but we do not. Instead, we are forced to survive, to bear witness.