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"In 1898, the Parisian art gallery owner Maurice Joyant photographed his childhood friend defecating on the beach at Le Crotoy, Picardie. The series of photos would have been forgotten, had Joyant's friend not been Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, the acclaimed French painter. Their intention in taking these photos — and later allowing them to be published in postcard form — was unclear, but these photographs remain the earliest photographic testaments to celebrities behaving dubiously, a century before Internet made such indiscretions well-known and widespread."
A tobacconist.
"It is oddly comforting, this horror story. The play maddens. It defies lessons, morals. There are no cracks where light seeps in. It seems to be saying, in fact actually comes right out and says: life is bloody awful, plus meaningless, and then we die. It's just that it says it so achingly well. All our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. When so much contemporary popular culture exhorts us to find the upside, the half-fullness of our big wonderful glass, it's a relief to hear a trusted voice from centuries past say: well, actually, no."
Seems kinda like selling a Jesus Christ Hammer & Nail Set, but I still want one.
"I got a mean temper, I'm a big liar, broke all the laws, set the house on fire. When I stand before Jesus and he asks me to kneel, I'll tell him maybe we can make a deal."
A cocaine-fueled footchase through the desert. And it's a cartoon.
"That's how you tell a story. You gotta know how to lie and lie very well about what you you've seen, heard, read and done. Let the reader decide on what's true and what isn't."