I stole a lot from Stephen King, stole might be the wrong word,maybe “absorbed”
The first time I ever saw someone talk to themselves, in parenthesis…
The uncut version of ‘The Stand’.
A book so big, you could use it as a fucking doorstop.
Drugs, for sure, dude was on drugs, but I wasn’t at 13. I checked it out from the library in secret, we weren’t allowed to have Devil stuff.
Magic, fucking magic.
That guy knocked on the door and asked you if you wanted to take a walk with him, if you wouldn’t mind being his company as he walked through a story.
So good, I’ll always be in debt.
The first time I found how beautiful fiction could be. More than a story, actually traveling with someone’s thoughts.
ANd I could see them all.
Randall flag, the trashcan man,
I was with him along the way,,, real magic,, effortless audience engagement .
I’ve heard he’s become quite the outspoken character on Twitter, that’s fine, I say express yourself. But what I admire is the work, always the work. ANd if you love what you do it can never be work.
dawn 