Re: Beaver Board (for Kim)

And, since we're talking about Seymour and Muriel:

"Frank settled down out in the Valley and he hung his wild years on a nail
that he drove through his wife's forehead. He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15 and 1/4% and put
a down payment on a little two bedroom place. His wife was a spent piece of
used jet trash, made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time,
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and
was totally blind. They had a thoroughly modern kitchen -- self-cleaning oven
(the whole bit). Frank drove a little sedan. They were so happy. One
night, Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouths; drank 'em in the car on the way to
the Shell station. He got a gallon of gas in a can; drove home; doused
everything in the house. Torched it. Parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red. Then Frank put on a
top forty station, got on the Hollywood Freeway, and headed north.

Never could stand that dog."

--Waits

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