I met Jamie Alcroft when Ellen O’Brien dragged him to the South Street house for a reading. He was polite enough to mask his skepticism. Shortly, we were on the same page and have been on it ever since, although in different notebooks.
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Jul
7
Around 2 o’clock in the morning, Wild Man beat a shrimper to death with a pool cue in the Boat Bar.
Jul
7
Mango said that living in Key West was like being trapped in an out-of-control dating service that keeps trying to send you on a blind date with your ex-wife.
Jul
7
One hellish hot afternoon John Coley was accosted by a distraught sweat-spewing man who was shouting,
“Hell-fire is eatin’ up this street!”
Jul
7
There was the wasted-acid-freak kid who worshiped Carlos Santana and hitch-hiked to Key West.
Jul
7
When your custom Magic Shoes were ready, Murphy put them on you himself and he’d say…
Jul
6
Buzzy Rossman was the counter man at Hope’s Chinese Deli on lower Duval. Buzzy used to take a single-edge razor blade to the outside seam of all his shorts, opening them up all the way to the waistband.
Jun
29
One morning at Las Palmas del Mundo, DD, Andrea and I decided to design some clothes and to go into the clothing business.