previous generations of American writers pointed the way

and why would he be murdered when everyone in town knew he had terminal cancer?

i wanted to be “a pure mathematician” more than anything else (the mathematician as artist)

and for a while I even lived in a tree house

i was still drinking in the minor leagues at the time

bees don’t stop drinking

excuses to go to the store

warm beers in the attic again

a flag flew, lit by a spotlight, indicating the man was in residence

three reasons why alcohol and the writer go so well together.

1. Trance-like states

2. Nothing is free on planet E