I’m not prepared to call my uncle an artist. Yet every so often a man walks to work wearing lipstick. Getting noticed is easy. Some of us want to be remembered. Like you, maybe. Me, I want to be amused and loved a bit, modestly so. Every other day is fine. But my uncle–he wanted a psychedelic wagon robbery. The town awoke to see the fruit of this want and gave a collective um.
–Mike Young, “Stay Awhile if you Can”
I want to have Mike Young’s language babies. Order you some.
