i’m in ruidoso, new mexico right now.  got here about two days ago.  on the way up i read 40 Watts from Nowhere.  i really liked it…it’s not for everyone (the writing isn’t that impressive but the story is interesting).  it’s about a pirate radio operator, a girl who rides a motorcylce and whose boyfriend does heroin in her bedroom while she spins records on an illegal underground radio station.  i’m not sure but i think this is categorized under “badass”

there’s no music store here.  no, actually there kind of is…it’s labeled “comics and toyz” and i went into it.  the owner was at the counter playing magic the gathering and he had a few stacks of comic books and a few action figures, then about three towers of really, really bad music for 2.99.  i often like to go through these types of cds and just find some random band and buy it.  but this place was different, it was creepy.  it was like the guy just got a bunch of crap lying around his house and put a price tag on it.  it probably won’t be here in half a year.

there’s a bookstore here that’s awesome, called books et cetera.  among their small fiction collection included the likes of kafka, palahniuk (who isn’t a very good writer, as i’ve stated before, but still, you wouldn’t expect a small town small bookstore to stock it), henry miller, samuel beckett (i got his complete short plays), kerouac, joyce, naked lunch (holy crap), etc etc etc.  i told the guy i bought beckett from that whoever was stocking their fiction was doing a great job.  i think i scared him, he kind of looked at me funny and forced a thank you out. then told me about seeing waiting for godot on pbs a few weeks ago.  the other worker said it was january.  one guy was wearing a jack skelington shirt.