Sydney Morris Destroys Bill and I

Bill Arnold and I met in art class when we were twelve. We were famous artists at thirteen. We were Jack London and George Serling, we were Kerouac and Cassidy. We smoked pipes and philosophized. We read George Bernard Shaw, and listed to his Man and Superman. I will now compare him to Norbert Davis, and even Ludwig Wittgenstein. Bill was the love of Nancy Hamren’s life. She got me on the bus with her good friend, Ken Kesey, in hope he could help me with my writing. We used to go camping for a week every year. If he had seen the photos of my grandfather camping with other writers – he would have been very excited. Hi father beat him almost every day. He played football without his shirt letting his peers see the angry welts his father gave him.

Can it be said Ludwig Wittgenstein could have…