Video: I read Puff Piece. Heres the text: [I wrote this shortly after the death of Hunter S. Thompson. I was trying to see if I could write in the manner of a ROLLING STONE reporter circa 1977. There are a couple of more pages somewhere, but I never finished it.] Puff Piece by Frederick Wemyss Gary Merman, Terra Cotta, and a Two-timing Jaybird - RHYTHM REVIEW walks the auto-driven city with the loneliest impresario - by Del Coury You know why therere no Pooper Scooper laws in Peuce City? Id answer that there are Pooper Scooper laws here, Pooper Scooper laws up the yin-yang, but Im not asking the questions. Im answering questions directed my way by a genius with a bullet-headed forehead, a crew cut dyed pink and a stare straight out of Hieronymus Bosch. No, why are there no Pooper Scooper laws in Peuce City? You mocking me, pencil pusher? No. Im eager to hear why Pooper Scooper laws are unheard of in Peuce City. Full disclosure: All this while Im running the sole of my shoe over the edge of a curb, but the edge is rounded and is acting as a spreader of what Im trying to remove. Why dont you use a stick? says a doorman standing by the door of the corporate building the subject of this article and I are supposed to be meeting in. Subject ignores doorman. I dont. Thats a good idea, I say. Get away from that stick, barks our hero as I reach for a broken twig on the ground. But I have to do something about -- Do nothing. Lest you think Aaron Boland is an exemplar of Zen philosophy, I assure you that Aaron Boland assured me he said Do nothing only to see how long it would be before I simply stopped the interview and wiped the dog poop off my shoe.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 23:56:10 +0000