Monday, January 30, 2012

murder to do

Dylan wrote this song, Hard Rain’s Going To Fall. And I met a young actress. And fell for her like a ton of bricks. Pined is the word. I was at the end of a messy relationship. And of course there was the girl in my philosophy class who dressed up every day in black leather and a cape and who looked like Deborah Harry. So I wrote this book, ‘murder‘. Dedicated it to my father. But really it was the actress. She would later appear in a movie with Burt Lancaster. And then the book almost won a national book award but I was disqualified. I had just turned 30. It was a young author’s award. I didn’t get the actress. Or Deborah Harry. And my other relationship did end. But without malice. That’s what ‘murder’ will do to you.

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