“If You Don’t Have Enemies, You Don’t Have Character”

I can’t imagine he had too may.  

He birthed that twisted plain where Midwestern salty earth tangles for the souls and sweat and labor of it’s gypsy children who have run, with fragile hearts, towards the rugged grace of the West, of Hollywood, of pregnant sunshine and infinite childhood. 

To the randy looker with feet firmly planted, Damn.