It was Good-bye,Dolly. if wedon’ t get choked off in here. ad of the Concorde, she’ s so in charge she don’ t gotto use the Orrefors, she can put out the Kosta Boda and say give a fuck. Then one day he was gone.
I choked back a string of uglies. I walked out of the studio, away from the wet-ink-new fifty thousand dollar contract, got in mycar and drove to International Airport. I pulled into it, and as I negotiated the bumper of the caragainst the high curb, I realized I was being “navigated” from the sidewalk by a little boy of nine or ten. “ That’ ll be almost ninety years I’ ll have spent here!Twelve, maybe fifteen, that was what I signed on for, not ninety!”
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