"I knew every raindrop by its name."
"And with each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. And then I would remember I had a wife at home who loved me, or later that my wife had left me and I was terrirfied, or again later that I had a beautiful alcoholic girlfriend who would make me happy forever. But every time I entered the place there were veiled faces promising everything and then clarifying quickly into the dull, the usual, looking up at me and making the same mistake."
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Source: Denis Johnson (2003). “Already Dead: A California Gothic”, p.27, Harper Collins
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