A writer is lured into drug culture by a jazz musician and his obsession with her.
"It starts as a pain in your head, followed by an increased heart-rate and a longing to scream. A neuronal connection between your brain and your tear ducts starts the crying process. At least that's what he told me.
It's amazing what comes into your mind when you feel loss."
"I never really understood the phrase "retirement homes". When everything else becomes useless, we throw it away, dump it. But you don't hear anyone "retiring" an empty can of sardines. You don't "retire" a lo
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"It starts as a pain in your head, followed by an increased heart-rate and a longing to scream. A neuronal connection between your brain and your tear ducts starts the crying process. At least that's what he told me.
It's amazing what comes into your mind when you feel loss."
"I never really understood the phrase "retirement homes". When everything else becomes useless, we throw it away, dump it. But you don't hear anyone "retiring" an empty can of sardines. You don't "retire" a lover who won't give head. No. You throw those away. You dump those.
Then again, retirement home sounds better than dump house. Though by the smell, dump house is more factual."
"If you've never been in an interrogation room then you haven't missed much. You've missed the wall clock that isn't even in operation, the tiles that shine so brightly a girl can do her makeup in them, the rigid "chairs" with no padding, and most importantly the whole "good cop", "bad cop" routine. The key to interrogation is to focus. Tell stories, remember stupid jokes, and ask questions constantly. Depending on circumstances, you may need to up the ante. Let's say your estranged, beloved author boyfriend overdoses on enough cocaine and heroin to make any junkie jealous. A good distraction is sex."
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