The Spanish Diary

"The Spanish Diary: A Transatlantic Account of Settling an Old Score with an Older Empire"
by Jake Kilroy

AN EXCERPT:
Let's keep going with the present. It's the only time I'm good at. The only thing I can do with the past is write hectic folk songs with the same chord progression about some damage I did when I was a teenage heart(throb/attack) and the future is basically one careless trigger pull away from a massacre. Do you see what this life of movement does to a soul that sleeps in the same time zone on a regular basis?

Time does the writer a tremendous justice when he finally admits that he has nothing else to say at home. When he finally admits that the books on his shelf are worth more as kindling than archaic tributes to humanity, the writer should skip town. Keruoac did it when he breezed the back roads looking for "it" and let's just say Shakespeare swallowed a clock.