An expression my friend used to describe Daniel Johnston and all his worried woes and holding-ons. We went to see Joan of Arc play at the Modified Arts in downtown Phoenix.
I found myself looking on and not feeling anything but the floor bend beneath us, and all those others whose weight was there looked like they wanted to be feeling everything.
The whole experience was so frail, and I had fumbly hands and a shattering cackle.
It's hot out, I work, unbend my back and rest sorely. I want to throw a rock at most everyone I see driving by.
Love,
Paul
