Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days/And the people I meet always go their separate ways
WHO: Dino Cavallone and Jack Kelly
Where: Some corner in New York where they, presumably, sell hot dogs. Pretzels. Possibly hamburgers. You know, one of those little stands that sells suspicious yet delicious food for cheap prices, so you sort of feel guilty eating from it, but god, it tastes so good, so you eat anyway.
DATE: August 30
WARNINGS: Food that frankly isn't for the faint of stomach
SUMMARY: Jack gets lunch and Dino gets a cowboy book. It all works out.
STATUS: Incomplete; Closed
I'd never actually heard of anyone who'd never seen a cowboy book before.
I mean, yeah, I'm sure there's plenty of people who ain't read one. I'm pretty sure Miles never has. Probably he's never even seen one, it's so low class. But he's gotta have heard of them, right? I mean, it ain't that unpopular of a thing. I'd been reading cowboy novels ever since I could read-- whether they were good or not, whether the story was the same thing over and over, it didn't matter. I loved them. Loved the story, loved the way the cowboy didn't need nobody-- I even loved the way they was written. There was something lovingly unique about them that something like Tortilla Flats or Gary's books about conquerors couldn't approach.
But this guy Dino (and maybe he was pulling me leg or something-- I hoped he was) hadn't even heard of them. He seemed so excited over the fact I had some old ones-- who knows? Maybe he just never got a chance to see one before.
Weird.
Leaning against a wall, I scribbled a note to him-- 'I'm here, you?'-- and waited. I didn't mind. There were a few drunks in front of me debating who was to blame for today's weather, so I had plenty of entertainment.
Where: Some corner in New York where they, presumably, sell hot dogs. Pretzels. Possibly hamburgers. You know, one of those little stands that sells suspicious yet delicious food for cheap prices, so you sort of feel guilty eating from it, but god, it tastes so good, so you eat anyway.
DATE: August 30
WARNINGS: Food that frankly isn't for the faint of stomach
SUMMARY: Jack gets lunch and Dino gets a cowboy book. It all works out.
STATUS: Incomplete; Closed
I'd never actually heard of anyone who'd never seen a cowboy book before.
I mean, yeah, I'm sure there's plenty of people who ain't read one. I'm pretty sure Miles never has. Probably he's never even seen one, it's so low class. But he's gotta have heard of them, right? I mean, it ain't that unpopular of a thing. I'd been reading cowboy novels ever since I could read-- whether they were good or not, whether the story was the same thing over and over, it didn't matter. I loved them. Loved the story, loved the way the cowboy didn't need nobody-- I even loved the way they was written. There was something lovingly unique about them that something like Tortilla Flats or Gary's books about conquerors couldn't approach.
But this guy Dino (and maybe he was pulling me leg or something-- I hoped he was) hadn't even heard of them. He seemed so excited over the fact I had some old ones-- who knows? Maybe he just never got a chance to see one before.
Weird.
Leaning against a wall, I scribbled a note to him-- 'I'm here, you?'-- and waited. I didn't mind. There were a few drunks in front of me debating who was to blame for today's weather, so I had plenty of entertainment.