i had a hero.
my hero died this week.
i'm older, but not wiser. and he's dead.
my hero wrote. a lot.
When I was a younger man---two wives ago, 250,000 cigarettes ago, 3,000 quarts of booze ago . . .
When I was a much younger man, I began to collect material for a book to be called The Day the World Ended."
and so it goes.