scotch-whiskey

some one of them was telling a long joke that needed a punchline or an abortion. it was warm for December, mid 50's, with an awkward sort of balminess that moistened the skin and clammed the palms right up. their collective breath smelled of scotch-whiskey.

one of his boys spoke as if he was simply delivering reality to those listening. delivering reality. it had impressed him enough to wonder why near every one else delivered their declarations with massive qualifiers. he thought of the quote from Infinite Jest "you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do."


they were doing some records, current was 'the lengths' by The Black Keys. and he was picturing himself bending a solo guitar note into an actual human feeling like that and he remembered a dream...