-and other life lessons from the Wanderers.
A few sundays ago, inbetween struggling with that still drunk / 'when will the hangover kick in' phase, I aimlessly wandered down the road opposite Mash Tun. I decided for some reason, to join the library.
Now this library in particular is no feat. It's two large floors with a modern-ish, boring-ish feel. Anyway, I always find it really difficult to pick books to read because I normally do judge a book by its cover.
Anyway I left with three books. Two are still on my bedroom floor waiting to be left there, racking up overdue days. The third book, a ficticious classic written by Richard Price is entitled 'THE WANDERERS'
I particularily like this book for two reasons:
a) it's set in 1960s New York City
b) when they talk, it's read like "Lissen, whada they doin' here? Whadya got? Whyncha look then?"
(Microsoft word would have a breakdown)
