people write
me all the time:
Q.
HeY! What's yr problem with Layne>
A.
Who ever said I had a problem with the renowned author, musician and
humanitarian?
Ken
and I have broken bread, shared an apartment, he let me write some fiction
on Tabloid, he is an Internet
pioneer. He was in a country band that got to cut a record, he hung
with the Beat Farmers, he's a rare example that something good can come
out of San Diego. He has an excellent Cheap Wine collection. He likes
to wear dress jackets. He loaned me "Hollywood" which I have
yet to return.
Ken
Layne discovered my friends in Prague while he was running from the
law. He gave them some non-UCSB credibility. I like him a lot, and not
just because he makes me feel not-so-old. As long as I have known him
he has supported himself from writing. Have you? He has exquisite taste
in fiancees. Like all of my friends, he's ridiculously over-talented.
And he sings real purdy.
And
without him (and Shira) I would not have this roof over my head. Not
only do I love him, but I am indebted to him and I'm glad the Lord threw
his skinny ass into central europe to show us what we had been missing.
Because
we're friends I can tease, which is what I did the other day. He's a
fine writer and reads a lot more than I do. And he never needs to apologize
for shit.