J.R. Moehringer

Sometimes I felt so alone that I wish there were a bigger, longer word for alone. I tried to tell Grandma about this feeling, about my suspicion that life was nicking away pieces of me.

And because I found it in my youth, the bar was that much more sacred, its image clouded by that special reverence children accord those places where they feel safe. Others might feel this way about a classroom or playground, a theater or church, a laboratory or library or stadium. Even a home. But none of these places claimed me. We exalt what is at hand. Had I grown up beside a river or an ocean, some natural avenue of self-discovery and escape, I might have mythologized it. Instead I grew up 142 steps from a glorious old American tavern, and that has made all the difference.

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. . . . Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

Hell freezing over? I don't know. But the devil's definitely wearing a sweater.

I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there _ stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels _ but we were as one. We__ all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we__ all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.

Also, Willie, I dig telling the truth. Words can be twisted but a photo never lies.Sutton laughs.What__ funny? Photographer says.Nothing. Except__hat__ pure horseshit kid. I can__ think of anything that lies more than a photo. In fact every photo is a dirty stinking lie because it__ a frozen moment__nd time can__ be frozen. Some of the biggest lies I__e ever run across have been photos. Some of them were of me.

To be a man, a boy must see a man.