I miss you, Denis Johnson

“I stood at home plate, vomit on my blouse & whiskey in my blood, & heard the dirt of my hometown falling grain by grain out of the afternoon.”
#DenisJohnson, who wrote two perfect books & one sprawling, monstrous, ungainly masterpiece, national treasure, hearty soul, sober since 1983, I saw you read once & you shook my hand, your walnut knuckles, your jagged sentences riven w/ boisterous tragedy & heartbreak & that raw American sorrow, gone too soon, don’t go, come back, goddamnit.

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