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Friday, 15 January 2010

Tony O'Neill . . .

I’m good friends with Tony O’Neill [pictured left with me in 'Mars Bar' lower east side New York, both very drunk], so it gives me great pleasure to point you towards this link. Tony has taken over Beat the Dust for one issue. It’s a complete Tony fest and it’s just what you’d expect.

"Nicole drove away from Raphael at a good clip as soon as they had copped the drugs. Nicole was focused and silent. Carl was too. Carl could not drive. Since he hadn’t acquired the skill in all the years he had lived in LA, he safely assumed that he would go to his deathbed without learning.

Carl was in the backseat, tearing open one of the black balloons with his teeth. He had the spoon balanced on his knees. He poured some Evian into the spoon and dropped a nugget of dope into the water. Nicole had the radio on. It was an 80’s flashback weekend again. Every weekend in LA seemed to be an 80’s flashback weekend. Rodney Bingeheimer started to play “Dead Man’s Party” by Oingo Boingo and Carl yelled, “Turn that shit off, you’re gonna kill my high.”

She stuck a tape in, The Smiths self-titled first album. Carl instructed her to drive steady, as he cooked the dope, dropped a cigarette filter into the solution, and drew it up into 2 syringes. On the backseat was an empty bag of Jack In The Box from last week which had made the whole car stink of stale onion rings. Not even the smell of just cooked heroin could mask it. Carl had a rubber tourniquet around his arm and his syringe between his teeth.

People were honking at Nicole because she was driving slowly, mindful of Carl’s activities in the back seat. A Toyota Corolla pulled around them, the driver gave the finger, and cursed at her in Spanish. Nicole yelled for him to suck her dick. Carl slid the needle in his arm."
[read more here]

His novel SICK CITY is out in July.


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