LOS ANGELES -
you know when you’re washing the dishes
and you find a tall glass
and it’s got a milk spot encrusted right down in the very bottom
and in the very center
and it’s there and it’s impossibly stubborn
because you’ve neglected your dishwashing duties for the last four days
LOS ANGELES, CA-
I went red-eyed and messy-haired to my kitchen this morning to make coffee wherein I saw a large cockroach lying upside-down on my breadboard writhing in the throes of Death.
I had laid poison last night and it was now taking effect on this roach’s entire system, his whole way of Being. And here I was to actually witness it. Christ. Face to face with the big consequences. On my breadboard. First thing in the morning. Jesus.
LOS ANGELES, CA-
I was now transfixed on the snow pack up on the roof of that big red barn. Out of the blue.
Something told me it was gonna fall. It was all gonna come down. All eleven tons of it. All at the same time. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind.
“How do you know?” Boner asked.
“I dunno,” I said, “I just know. I can feel it.”
“Come on,” Boner said.
“No man, it’s gonna happen. It’s all gonna come sliding off. In one fell swoop. I’m tellin’ ya. You’ll see.”
“You’re fuckin’ high, Milo.”
