![]() ![]() I’m living in a garage, detached, single-car, in the middle of bumfuck Missouri. ![]() When I’ve found a place for my car where I don’t get hassled by the cops or the neighbors or the business owners or the nightwatchmen, I’ve crashed in the back of my stationwagon. I’ve lived in people’s backyard sheds that stank of fertilizer and gas-powered lawnmowers, in the storage rooms of the construction companies and snorted diesel fumes all night, in garage apartments that haven’t been converted into apartments, concrete floors and rickety wooden work benches against the walls, the stink of cat piss and dead possum. I’m always happiest when I live in a dump, and I’ve lived in some serious shitholes. Library of Congress Control Number: 2009922633 Thanks to the Christopher Isherwood Foundation Portions of this book have appeared in the following journals:Īrroyo Boulevard The Chattahoochee Review Rosebud The Texas Review ![]()
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