And I realize, basically, we're talking Greek tragedy in the waiting if I don't get the fuck out of Albany. We're talking a story that is the bastard child of Arthur Miller and Henry Miller if I am not permitted to make my own life where I do not have to think about my mother post-coitus with the Jadster.
The Letters of Gary Benchley, Rock Star: Coming to New York
Posted by Darren James Harkness on Wednesday, September 24, 2003 12:38 PM
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