4 million buys you shit

photograph by robert altman. “It was cheap; cheap; cheap-uh,” squealed Jonathan Richman at the age of 41, moved by the vaguely unclean spirit of Bubba-Ho-Tep. Mo Diddley. Blue Mask era Lewis Reed as dessicated hip priest. “Nowadays I hear the rents are steep.” I fell back on the futon, feigning a head cold. My wifeContinue reading “4 million buys you shit”