Blind And Dirty
Submitted by hecate on Fri, 11/27/2015 - 9:38pmAnd as we went up into the mountains we met a blind man.
Where are you going, my friends? he asked.
Into the regions of the mysteries, I answered.
—Kennneth Patchen, Sleepers Awake
One Thanksgiving I spent in the jail.
I was then in the pharmaceutical trade. There were apparently laws governing my trade. And I had transgressed them.
Who knew?
