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Thursday, April 24th, 2008
A lot of people are all right until they get success poisoning.
The first time I saw Mr. Natural blast a big fat cottonmouth moccasin out of the pond with his goose gun, I thought he was just playing Davy Crockett— then I tried it myself.
I hate to anthropomorphize evil-looking ...
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Saturday, January 19th, 2008
I played to the camera from an early age.
Couldn't have been more than three or four when the tornado roared down our street-- ripping off the roofs of the houses as it advanced in a nice straight line-- on the other side, fortunately.
Don't remember the noise of it, all the ...
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Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008
When you're twenty years old you don't call them 'cocktail' parties.
Sandy was a gracious host and had a kind word for every guest.
I asked him about the ceramic plates on the mantel-- he told me Cocteau made them.
He laughed when I said that everybody in Paris knew the Stones ripped ...
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Sunday, November 11th, 2007
If he told you why he danced that way, you'd think he was insane.
Maybe he is anyway.
On second thought, probably.
You have to escape the ties of civilization, sometimes.
You play a part to satisfy their expectations, but it's a losing proposition.
You never know who's gonna walk through that door.
The kid (hah) ...
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Saturday, October 13th, 2007
When I was 23, I worshiped my roommate.
He was my age, and darkly handsome with a surfer's body-- all the girls thought he was some kind of sex god.
He knew damn well I thought he was hot, too.
He used to pull out his Penthouses, stand real close to me, and ...
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Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
It happened in a prison cell.
After the federal marshals turned me over to the CIA, I lost consciousness and woke up naked in a cold, barren cell with nothing but a toilet and a bare metal bunk.
I never saw them bring my food.
It was so weird.
It wasn't till later I ...
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Friday, September 21st, 2007
We all stumble, now and again.
Jimmy Dean was one of those who made a lot of mistakes, but he always came up from the dogshit smelling like a rose.
I thought that if I could bathe in his aura, the magic might rub off on me.
I watched his moves, and combed ...
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