Magic Blue Smoke on Nostr: "come back to me when you've written something thoroughly discredited," he says, eyes ...

"come back to me when you've written something thoroughly discredited," he says, eyes swimming and head rolling from the drink, "you don't have it in you to pour out a decade of your life and have it called bunk."

The old man's eyes have a rueful edge undimmed by drink or age. It still haunts him, still creeps up the hair on the back of his arms some nights.