bibliophile indulgences. whiskey dive bar nights. lifeblood coffee. biscuits and ragamuffins. rockabilly Tejano wasteland. dicking around like it's going outta style, being the bad news bear.
They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?
Once during prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.
The Twenty-first Amendment to the United States Constitution was ratified on this date in 1933, repealing the Eighteenth Amendment and ending Prohibition.
Cheers to that!