People ask me how I managed
to live in a place like Tulsa for five years.
The formula was pretty simple:
Lots of travel.
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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