Saturday, July 21, 2007
Intensive
He couldn't be persuaded from it. The only way to correct the problem was on his terms. It was delicate, the interplay of weening his beast. It started like old deals. On Marta: "I'll be there in two dimes." On a hiking trip: "Trees, plenty of green to be had." Around the table: "You don't matter after the bills have dropped." It was trying times, and he came around...like the dopeman circling the block.
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