"I often think about driving off the side of freeway overpasses, just plunge Grandpa's old blue boat through the cement guardrail: The sculpted barrier crumbling about me and Grandpa's blue machine; a great moment of metallic explosion and heavy ripping and jerking and then release; a soft, slow dive of arcing color through the windshield, into a hard second of impact, just before the black. What an adventure lies behind one quick turn of the steering wheel. A great screaming, and then, slip away."
from his short story in Esquire
1 comment:
1. I could be wrong about this, it's been a long time, but isn't that ending lifted exactly from the end of Lolita? Doesn't HH drive on the wrong side of the road?
2. "...like standing on the cloudy threshold of heaven and seeing something so bright and tantalizing and warmy-womby-feeling..."
3.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJAGxAeV7YU
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