frank's wild years

"frank settled down out in the valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead. he sold used office furniture out there on san frenando road and assumed a thirty thousand dollar loan and fifteen and a quarter percent and put a down payment on a little two bedroom place.

his wife was spent peice of used jet trash made good bloody marys kept her mouth shut most of the time had a little chihuahua named carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.

they had a throughly modern kitchen self cleaning oven the whole bit. frank drove a little sedan, they were so happy.

one night frank was on his way home from work and he stopped off at the liquor store and picked up a couple of mickey's bigmouths, drank them on his way to the shell station. he got a gallon of gas in a can, drove home doused everything in the house, torched it.

he parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn. all holloween orange and chimney red. frank put on a top forty station and got a the hollywood freeway and headed north. never could stand that dog."
- tom waits

2002-11-18 | 1:06 p.m.
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