Monday, September 14, 2009

Dang, first John Hughes, and now this?

"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
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Rest in peace.

2 comments:

Pete said...

I thought of you immediately after hearing about Carroll, knowing what a hero of yours he was. Sorry for your loss.

Ben Tanzer said...

Really sad, River Phoenix-sad, but worse, it was a longer-term relationship.