There was a time when William and I sat around his cabin at local
lake drinking rum and coke and smokin cigs and joints.
ah....those was the daze. The one thing we never talked
about....writing. "Just do it" he snarled. "Now did I ever tell
you, Jim, about the time in Tangier when that little bitch Jane
Bowles tried to steal my stash? Now there wazzzzzzzzzz a real
woman.." Snack,hack, snort, hack.

Miss the old fuck.

Take care.

McCrary