Aug 5, 20080
The Race of Ernest Hogan
Categories: Music
Run, man, run. Though your lungs are splayed across your ribs like the tatters of a burst balloon, and your feet are hard lead cakes that send rivulets of white-hot thermite squirting through your nervous system every time they piston against the Times Square cobblestones below — run! Run like your life depends upon it. Because it surely does. There are more than a hundred men hot on your heels, shouting epithets, their teeth bared like dogs and glinting in the pale glow of ... Read More
