three cheers for the kool-aid wino!

despite my waking up in an absolute panic too early this morning because of a nightmare about being hunted by aliens, things started to look up, courtesy of nice little moment on the bus on my way into school. the kid sitting across from me was reading this book. richard brautigan?!? who the hell reads richard brautigan? i'll tell you who -- the members of professor noreen deane-moran's freshman humanities class at notre dame, including me back in 1994. brilliant! i totally fell in love with this book. (of course, i also loved jack kerouac back then, so form your own conclusions...)

i've seen this kid on the bus before and he seems like a total hipster prick, so i didn't bother to compliment him on his choice of reading material. but seeing the book this morning did in fact send me into a blissful reverie, remembering the good old days when books were full of magic, when good prose was its own kind of poetry, when writing made the world go around...