I'd say Jim's the Keith Richards of rugged US lit, but Jim knows his diet. Nevermind the dipsomania, he doesn't drink goon, which has probably shaved years off my life, last night being an invocation to the Gods against bad beer.
A girl naked or practically, the important part naked anyway, drinking coffee in my room. I almost wanted to go back home and tell an old friend. I got into bed which was warm and smelled beery —from Wolf
