My Blue-Eyed Son

i.m. Stanley Booth (1942–2024)   Before they date-stamp a claim-chit and take down-payment cash for a guitar, there ought to be a five-day waiting period, same for a pistol, so says the street on this heroin stop I’m from where we would have our effed-up laugh, tremulous with bourbon, at John Belushi smashing that kid’s […]