Monday, May 7, 2012

Begun but unfinished, circa 2008: Pleasure Beach

"Be Easy had a little notebook; in it was pasted the stub of every movie he had ever been to. He kept it in his breast pocket, close to his dysrythmic heart. His heart was slow, and there had been times that he felt that maybe that meant something. Like time worked on him different, and maybe he was just a little out of pace, that he would live longer. But that wasn’t true. In his sixtieth year he looked sixty. He figured he felt like it too. The free clinic gave him pills, a prescription per month, but those made him feel strange. So he took up the practice of giving the pills to F. Scott, who liked them, and drank a lot of coffee instead."



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