A night of drinking with Jim Harrison from ‘A Really Big Lunch’

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“An Absolute vodka at the Lutetia Bar was twenty-four dollars while it’s only fifteen in New York City, but in Two Dot, Montana and the Wagon Wheel in Patagonia, Arizona, the same drink is three bucks. Once we tried to sit up all night at a café, but I fell asleep and pitched off a chair further battling my homely old face. Several time on the trip I was mistaken for the dead poet Bukowski, surely the ugliest poet in the history of the art form.”

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