Natty Dread
Posted in Armani, Jack Kerouac, beatitude on Aug 10th, 2008
Market day in Dreadlock City. Down from the hills and out of the tipis they are coming in twos and threes. The ones who have come far have backpacks. Some have guitars. A tiny lady in her sixties in a black dress, upper arms tattooed, gold pierces, bare foot, leads a little black dog. A [...]