Dixie
Wrestling, a fugitive from justice, a meat theft, banjo-playing as coyote deterrent…and how to make moonshine with Kentucky bluegrass, galvanized screws, BBQ peanuts, and a Black Sabbath T-shirt.
Wrestling, a fugitive from justice, a meat theft, banjo-playing as coyote deterrent…and how to make moonshine with Kentucky bluegrass, galvanized screws, BBQ peanuts, and a Black Sabbath T-shirt.
Consider the bungalow. Half-baked, facile criticisms often reach my ears. People mock it, say it lacks ambition. It’s the same story you hear about the suburbs, but these critics are selling the bungalow short.
I was born in Gagnonville. You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s not on any of the maps any more. They tore it all down in ’85 when the mine closed. That’s where my dad worked, at the mine. He was union rep. So when it closed down he got seriously depressed. Then again, it might have been finding the neighbour who hanged herself in the shed three days before they razed the town to the ground.
Antoine is an equal opportunity hater. To enjoy Variétés Delphi we must join him. “As we read we throw aside the trammels of civilization, the flimsy veil of humanity. ‘Off, you lendings!’”