Denny Blue lends a broken tooth smile
as he and Jack part ways.
Jack headed south
and Denny north.
Crossing the border
re-entry into
Costa Rica
the spaghetti hounds
rip at Jacks hair
and spray him with
DDT.
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About Me
- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
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