The quiet man walks through the town, alone. Sits in cafés, pours & drinks his coffee, alone. Taps his pencil on the table, watches
The man in front of the ice cream store is covered with tattoos: stars and planets orbit his wrists, a bouquet of roses blooms
an abridged biography of Shirley Jackson One night in the middle of another drunken party—the usual parade stepping over cats and trash, the