This country was built on the backs of dudes who drank on buses. What we do honors them.
Sam LipsyteI felt as though I were snorting cocaine, or rappelling down a cliffside, or cliffsurfing off a cliff of pure cocaine.
Sam LipsyteShudder, in fact, is not quite the word for the feeling. Feeling is not quite the word for the feeling. How's bathing at knifepoint in the phlegm of the dead? Is that a feeling?
Sam Lipsyte