The Lost Hardbacks of Fire Island
by joseph ridgwell
Fiends kept asking me – cornering yours truly on midnight blue street corners – placing a sweaty paw on my neatly coutured shoulder in the chill out room of exclusive Mayfair discotheques- pupils black as india ink whatever that is. ‘Ridgwell,’ they would breathe huskily – ‘where the fuck are the FI Hardbacks?’ This shit went on for years – two to be precise – until eventually I was forced to move cities and become a recluse. But hey guess what lit fiends? My hermit days are over for verily the fabled Fire Island Hardbacks are here – all eight of em!
Feast your eyes on this mother! (ignore the black stockinged feet, which rather detract from the overall aesthetic somewhat) These beauties are not even numbered – lettered – spelling out my name. Does this flatter my ego I hear you murmur? Don’t be obscure or even ancient and justified – for my ego is of such gargantuan dimensions that even Mount Kilimanjaro, eyes it enviously and feels inadequate.
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