14 Jul

People ask me how I managed

to live in a place like Tulsa for five years.

The formula was pretty simple:

A lot of dope,

a lot of whiskey,

charming dive bars where people smoked indoors,

a low cost of living,

and the allure of sex with crazy, broken women.

It was the kind of place

where you really needed a good friend

to survive the day to day monotony

and ever lurking dangers.

Luckily I had a few.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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