Meeting Sam Shepard at a Friend’s House on Eighth Avenue
by Brian Cullman
Aug 03, 2017
3 minutes
The violin was psychedelic green, green as a shamrock, green as Kermit the Frog, a take-no-prisoners green. I bought it for thirty dollars at a yard sale in Providence.
“The violin’s free,” the owner told me, though he counted the money more than once: four fives and a ten. “I’m just charging you for the case and the bow.”
His girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, had painted it with acrylic paint one night when she was high,
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