Cannery Row

What can it profit a man to gain the whole world and come to his property with a gastric ulcer, a blown prostate, and bifocals? Mack and the boys avoid the trap, walk around the poison, step over the noose while a generation of trapped, poisoned, and trussed-up men scream at them and call them no-goods, come-to-bad-ends, blots-on-the-town, thieves, rascals, bums. Our father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the english sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great and overwhelming love for the no-goods and blots-on-the town and bums, mack and the boys. virtues and graces and laziness and zest. our father who art in nature.
-John Steinbeck


(mole)

ever wonder what happened to roy idler?

he's chillin' with his boys and a couple jager bombs