Banks, embassies, endless errands. Hot, sweaty, dirty, contact lens problems — Jak ain’t always pretty. But if you happen to fly over the Casablanca-Sudirman flyover on a motorbike, look down and left . . .
How did you turn a billion steers
into buildings made of mirrors
Meanwhile, David Berman has quit singing, apparently because his dad, Richard (believed to be the “inspiration” behind the lobbyist in Thanks for Smoking) is a union-busting, tobacco-lobbying, “human molestor.”
Does good come from bad? I mean, if he weren’t that kind of Dick, would his kid still write lyrics (same song) like:
Once you taste the geometry of a church in a cul-de-sac,
you’re gonna want to sit with the bad kids in the back