“He spoke in two voices. He was in his fifties. He’d wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who’d wasted only a few years.”
Denis Johnson, from Jesus’ Son
Couple of…three things. One, thank all the gods that Denis Johnson writes fiction and not memoir. Two, thank the rest of them that Jesus’ Son feels so true, and reads like a memoir, like a sad, beautiful dream. Three, that he woke up.
This hirsute fellow is John the Baptist. Jesus may have had a son, but no one painted any pictures of him. Cousin will have to suffice.