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|Whitman and Me: Myrtle Beach 1859|
"Whatever man. If you're not going to try, I'm not."
|Me explaining to Thoreau that there is always room for a hot tub,|
you just have to plan your space.
|Friendship is full of give and take...|
Like sometimes one friend is super into chickens,
but the other friend is super afraid of having her eyes pecked.
You just work it out.
|Earl and Lester asked me to perform with them constantly,|
and yet their recordings are mysteriously void of my playing.
Foggy Mountain Unplugged
|Capote and I hung out for awhile,|
but I got tired of the constant argument
over who was the Mary and who was the Rhoda...
also I got tired of being the Rhoda.
This is me with Thomas Merton,
if memory serves me right,
just after our Captain & Tennille number.
Oh T...you are my favorite funky monk.
This is me hanging with Sylvia Plath.
I feel like if it's going to be a "reading hang" instead of a "chatting hang,"
a person should tell a person beforehand so that person can bring a book too.
But I mean, it's fine. Whatever.
|This is me hugging Teddy Roethke,|
and him acting like he didn't need it.
But he did, y'all.
|C'mon, Char! Put your book down for a week, amiright?!|
[She was more fun after the porridge shots, but I mean, who isn't, right?]
|like NEVER. it was insulting almost.|
they seemed super into each other though.
[Me, Kerouac, Ginsberg]
|Man, those were the days...|
Sometimes Ernie and I'd get going and it was like being on stage
at a Crocodile Rocks.
And in our vests.
Always in our patchwork vests. Hemingway loved his vests.
|You know how it is...|
Sometimes you run into an old friend,
have a few absinthes, and wake up with matching tattoos.
Then that friend goes into hiding, and you're stuck with DMC on your hand.
What am I saying...it's an old story...you've been there.
|"So if I'M not married in 10 years, and YOU'RE not married in 10 years..."|
[The day two friends decide to go into puppetry,
is the day two friends should start to plan some safety nets]
|I don't remember much about my time with Bukowski except... well, nope...nothin'|
|If one day, they're all "WE NEED ABASSOON, WE'RE ALL ABOUT THE BASSOON!" but then the next day, they're all "Oh sorry - we're pursuing other avenues in our artistic journey...well, I don't think that is fair is all|
|"No, Em - see that's why it's funny. They're like YOUR arms."|
Emily Dickinson always wanted to PLAY the arm game,
but I feel like she never really UNDERSTOOD the arm game.
|During my Buddhist phase, Faulkner visited me seeking wisdom.|
I was like, "Dude. You gotta get those longass sentences in check, man"
|V: You're the funniest!|
Me: No, YOU'RE the funniest!
V: You're probably right.