High school boys stare. They do not know about multiples. They like the bike. They are not sleeping in a sleeping bag on the ground tonight. Andrew was a stripper. The good ones are dancers, too.

Lap dance.

I came in my pants. We hung out with whores. They sold moonshine and meth. One drove you Miss Sugar Nut. The other one was Miss Sugar Nut. Everyone haunted the same bars. 

There are bars in and around Nashville that are like that. They pop up. They pop down. You have to pay the cops off. Tuesdays, noon. Envelopes. Used car lots that never seemed to sell a single car, still there was a lot of traffic.The whole nine yards. Cops are cheap. For the first month. Then, you will do exactly what they tell you to do, usually more money, a lot more money. Runaway best sellers are few and far between. Some writers become wealthy. Not many though from Sweden. It’s kinda like an accident, and you have to be there. Follow the envelope. Bring camera. Be prepared for magnolia trees. I do not know of a single writer who lives in Appalachia. That’s on me.

I know there have to be writers who live in the hills, not unlike I do, but I never hear about anyone like that, no one will mention it,  it’s taboo.

I have been warned. Many times. The jujus will get me. I already know that. Weed will kill me. Okay. And…

Cowboy boots. Hat. Make me stop.

St. Thomas has the good kind of jujus like dead chicken claws on your front porch. I have no idea what it means because I do not want to know what it means. I know what it means to me.  I like to skin dive down to the bottom of the ice-blue Carribbean. I like just sitting there and the fish swim by. Tomorrow, it will be ships.

Move. You’ll have to move. No more credit cards. Burners. Study bounty hunters. They know how to rock and roll. Often, they know where the bodies are buried. But bodies pay you very little and no one wants to explore excrutiating pain or the grinding of the laboriously slow Great Legal Machine of State. There is no such thing as the Liberal South. I try my southern best, but I can’t sit next to lawyers. The otta be a law. No sitting with lawyers. Tom Pynchon was from Long Island.