jeudi 29 août 2013

Des journées entières dans les livres #165

You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. But here you are, and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy. You are at a nightclub talking to a girl with a shaved head. The club is either Heartbreak or the Lizard Lounge. All might come clear if you could just slip into the bathroom and do a little more Bolivian Marching Powder. Then, again, it might not. 

[Pour Jimmy Reed, † le 29 août 1976 clic-clic. Aujourd'hui clic-clac on a aussi Ingrid Bergman, Rancillac, une barricade et une chanson pop.]

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