“But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint. But I shonuf ain’t no saint yet, nawsuh.”
― Truman Capote, who died in Los Angeles, California, on this day in 1984 (aged 59).
"What’s your greatest fear?"
"Dying before I’ve gotten out of The Matrix."
Amazing show at #redrocks! #theheadandtheheart
Great sign and even greater cause. Very proud to have been a West Denver kid.
Seen on 38th & Federal
Stormy and beautiful weather this afternoon when out on a food truck run.
How did I forget to post this beauty from #Boston? What a great city to call home for two months.
Sunday evening reading with a view. (at The First Church of Christ, Scientist, Boston)
“In February 1996, David Foster Wallace came to Boston. He was the not-quite recognized writer of the massive book, Infinite Jest, which was just beginning to capture the attention of reviewers, readers and a generation of writers. Chris interviewed David Foster Wallace on The Connection on WBUR in Boston, and told him he seemed to be living in between a moment of cultish obscurity and international artistic celebrity, perhaps even immortality.”