In that chocolate side of town, in my blessed city of Sacramento, California – that was beginning of my death shudders, that’s why Kierkegaard and Kafka began to make sense to me when I was very, very young – that radical sense fragility of life and inevitability of death; those trucks coming, if the truck came at a same time I was on the bridge, I was in the creek -my body would be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms.
