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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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Not many people know that Samuel Beckett lived his last few years in an old folks home thumbing through stacks of US weekly
or that Salvador Dali spent his last days watching people in the mall.
“Mirando a pendejos poniendose gorras,”* he’d say.
Its funny, I no longer remember what you look like
but I can still hear you saying my name.
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