money is the drug and beagle got himself a nose for it. beagle he my drugstore cowboy voodoo doll of rock and roll capitalism. he my bluetick (sp?) hound of sniffing green. beagle a kind of amalgam of various nacogdoches wild children i knew strained through dallas circa 1984. (a whole lot of the empire of dr. bienke and quin's mind is strained through dallas circa 1984...
one time i say something about the c.i.a. selling cocaine and the boy i'm standing next to says: "quin, i'm surprised at you. why would you believe a silly urban legend like that?" "i don't know, motherfucker. because that's what they said they was when they was cutting the lines?" they may have been lying. i didn't ask for i.d.
if i had a baby boy i'd tell him: "don't put on the uniform. don't put on the suit. then you won't have to worry about getting dirty.")
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