rants from suburban hell

drinking and men

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 12:40:34 -0500

Son, never trust a man who doesn’t drink because he’s probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They’re the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It’s damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he’s heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
~James Arthur Crumley (October 12, 1939 – September 17, 2008)

mad-again: PRETTY MUCH. So true

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 20:09:51 -0500

mad-again:

PRETTY MUCH.

So true

New ink in B&W, artist was great

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 23:51:44 -0400

New ink in B&W, artist was great

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved,..."

Sun, 13 Mar 2011 16:00:39 -0400

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars”

- Kerouac, On the Road