"Show me a sane man," Jung said, "and I will cure him for you."
I saw this on a billboard on Turk Street, I think, but I didn't catch what it was advertising. Jung's psychotherapy practice, I guess. But that seems like a waste of money to me, Jung being dead.
"Show me a dead man," I said to Earl Butter, my passenger . . .
And . . . and . . .
"What?" said Earl Butter. Read more »
I'll finish the poem in a minute, but first I have to put on five more sweaters, go break up the ice in the chicken waterer, and saw up another armload of scrap wood for the fire.
Where was I? Pittsburgh, calzone. You know, as much as I'd love to only write about out-of-town restaurants now, by way of being nutty, I just