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LITERATURE LESSON #714........(ARE YOU TOO YOUNG TO REMEMBER 714`S? ) INFINITE JEST A NOVEL BY DAVID FOSTER WALLACE

DON`T READ THIS CAUSE YOU`RE PROBABLY TO FUCKING A.D.D. TO STAY FOCUSED FOR 981 PAGES OF PURE FUCKIN GENIUS...... AND 388 FOOTNOTES (FOR REAL). IF YOU THINK YOU CAN STAY ON, YOU WILL GET TO BE PART OF A BOOK NERDS ORGASMIC NIRVANA...... THE STORY IS SO PERFECT ON SO MANY LEVELS THAT TRYING TO DESCRIBE IT WOULDN`T DO THE AUTHOR JUSTICE. ( I FIND IT INTERESTING THE HE WROTE SUCH A LONG BOOK AND NAMED IT INFINITE JEST, THE JOKE IS ON THE READER FOR READING THE WHOLE DAMN THING) READ THE WHOLE DAMN THING, IT IS WORTH IT. CLEAR YOUR MIND AND INDULGE. ACCEPT YOUR MEDOCRITY. DAVID WALLACE WAS A VERY COMPLICATED INDIVIDUAL AND HIS WRITING BEARS WITNESS.HE WAS AN INCREDIBLE NOVELIST/SHORT STORY WRITER.

 WALLACE IN 1995, HE WAS OFTEN COMPARED TO PYNCHON, IRVING AND ROBBINS....

 WALLACE NOT TOO MUCH BEFORE HE KILLED HIMSELF ON SEPTEMBER 12TH 2008.

SIDE NOTE: HE WAS A PROFESSOR FOR AWILE AT POMONA COLLEGE IN CLAIREMONT, CALIF. HOW COOL TO HAVE BEEN IN ONE, JUST ONE OF HIS CLASSES. I THINK IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NEAT.....FUCK YOU.

SIDE SIDE NOTE: THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I`VE READ THIS BOOK.... THE INFINITE JEST IS ON ME, THANK YOU DAVID FOSTER WALLACE, YOU DONT KNOW YOU`RE RESTING IN PEACE CAUSE YOU`RE JUST PLAIN OLD DEAD.........

LITERATURE LESSON #17 ? THE BREAST BY PHILLIP ROTH

THE BREAST BY PHILIP ROTH........... INSTANTLY YOU`RE DRAWN TO THE TITLE (the word title has tit in it, just saying), I`VE HEARD ABOUT THIS BOOK FOR SO LONG AND FINALLY RAN INTO A FIRST EDITION HARDCOVER AT A FLEA MARKET. THE BREAST, WHAT IS THERE NOT TO LIKE? THE PLOT? THE STORY OF A MAN THAT TURNS INTO A FEMALE BREAST. IT`S A SHORT READ AT 77 PAGES BUT PRETTY FUCKIN GOOD. I WAS ORIGINALLY DRAWN TO THE AUTHOR CAUSE HE IS A NEW JERSEY NATIVE......... I`M ALWAYS DRAWN TO STORIES WITH UNDER-CURRENTS OF ALIENATION. MOST OF ROTH`S BOOKS TREAD THAT CURRENT WITH DRY WIT AND HUMOR. TRY READING IT OR DON`T.......

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Mexican biker rings.....

I just recently found this in my moms garage..... We just moved to California, 1972.... It was early July, right after my birthday.... My mom announced,"we're going to Mexico tomorrow for your birthday!" Yeah, right, for my birthday....  Well we all loaded up in the station wagon, Alice, my moms friend that talked her into moving to Cali before "the boys turn into their father" (alot of good that did), her husband Gary, my stepdad, Russell, some guy that seemed to always be staring at my stepdad but when no one was around would have his hands all over my mom, Alice's sulky teenage daughter Jane, that I constantly stared down her top,(she knew) my brother and myself. We flew down the coast to the border, the adults smoking and drinking and getting louder by the mile...... We rolled into the original Rosarito Beach Hotel before sundown and the place was going off. we sat in the pool while the warm Baja night was closing in on us looking in at the grown ups getting completely crazy, singing, screaming, knocking everything off the tables to dance on them.... The next morning was total shit... Everything I said was wrong and I was in the way no matter where I was..... I couldn't  say a word as we drove towards Tijuana with the ADULTS( I use that word loosely) looking for a bar to lick their wounds..... We were given $20 to get lost for a few hours. We roamed the shops on the main drag, I was searching for the biggest switchblade I could find... Everywhere were surfers and bikers going in and out of bars and shops.... I watched these two groups, what they wore, how they acted, what they said..... A lot of the bikers would buy these rings, their hands were solid with them...... After I went in a couple dozen storefronts a shopowner said," hey chicken legs, don't be a pussy, buy something!" I was kinda scared and wished one of those adults was with me so I just pointed to the first ring I saw...... There were so many rings way cooler but I just wanted to get out. The ring was $7 and he gave me $4 change back outta a  twenty. " get outta here, I got business! Now you're a gringo biker?!" When we were driving home I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring, it was way too big.... I had to wrap tape around it to make it fit.... A week later Alice's husband committed suicide by hanging himself. Here is the ring....

Elizabeth Cotten....MADE IN THE U.S.A. MOTHERFUCKERS!