novel in three lines
I walk by an old man sitting at a card table, selling lemonade.
'Jesus Christ,' I say, and pass.
'No, son,' he catches me with his voice. 'Television.'
'Jesus Christ,' I say, and pass.
'No, son,' he catches me with his voice. 'Television.'
Comments
"Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.
- There it is, Red Murray said."