"Totally zonked, and all the dope scraped or sniffed clean from the tiny cellophane bags. I can see the Cloisters with its million in medieval art out the bedroom window. I got to go in and puke. I just want to be pure.”
From the start, and even now, no book meant more, or means more, to us than The Basketball Diaries.
Rest in peace.
2 comments:
I thought of you immediately after hearing about Carroll, knowing what a hero of yours he was. Sorry for your loss.
Really sad, River Phoenix-sad, but worse, it was a longer-term relationship.
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