Status Updates From Hawk Moon

“Now there’s a gun to take care of anything. They look good too. Make you feel good to hold one. Like a cowboy again. Somebody was asking him to wash the dishes. He got up and broke the chair over their back. Somebody else wanted to know why he did that. He said he was dreaming of guns.”

“Keith and Mick. Like brothers. Like evil sisters in disguise. The left and right hand. A two-headed beast. The music and the words. The background and the foreground. The opposite of Paul and John. The dark and the light. I’ve always been pulled toward darkness. Toward black. Toward death. Toward the South. Good.”

“He got to the bar and sat down next to a man who’d had his voice larynx thing removed so he had to talk through a plastic tube which made him sound like a transistor radio. The baseball game was on and the Spanish waiters were complaining about the Espresso machine and how the steam burned them all the time. He watched the game for a while but baseball always bored him.”