Mark's Pages

November 28, 2009:

Captain Beer Belly, at fucking ease.

The gruffest gruff man, gravel voice, beer breath, hands all socket wrenches and motor oil.

Their houseboat, the Faythe. The affected spelling is symptomatic. There wasn't true faith there. A faithless man, he stole the boat and eloped: Faythe No More.

Should there be law? Mother says yes. Grandmother says no. Unsurprising: she doesn't trust cops. They break strikes, they break heads. After all, she named her middle son for Clyde Barrow.