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Show Cardboard Sky-9 All the streets end at that heavy wooden wall that surrounds the town; beyond that we have the plain, criss-crossed with gullies, and the heifers and the horny young men. I could drive all the way out from L.A. in my yellow pickup, listening to Willie Nelson and doing my best to believe. 6 Harrison has had his final orgasm and has had to call off the plans for his fifth marriage. It came in the middle of the night in Laguna Beach; the motel sign flashed on and off, lighting up the wall opposite the bed, very much like a scene from one of the old movies Harrison likes. WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS, for instance. His number was up. Can he make it as a Hollywood writer without his secretaries? , When my father died I wanted to howl like a dog. I hung my head under the bathtub faucets and let the cold water wash my blues away. On my knees like a Christian I cried bitter tears and in the next room but one my mother and my sisters watched that broken flower my dad, lying in his old-country wooden bed. Emily sent Bahai ft'lal to spend Christmas with me. He is small, brown and savagely active. Like his grandfather he takes what comes without complaining. I took him with me to see Tony Bill about the Howard Hughes script, which they hired me to repair. I left him in the outer office with the secretary in the leather vest. When I came out |
