“It wasn’t San Andrea’s fault, and it wasn’t mine.
The whole darn thing just started to slide.”
Richard Brautigan
...or so I thought. A little googling revealed it was by someone named Charles Foster, and it went like this:
it
wasn’t
san
andreas
fault
it
wasn’t
mine
things
just
started
sliding.
Wow Brautigan. Trout fishing in America. Revenge of the lawn, Rommel drives deep into Egypt. And the rest. I read most of his stuff.
He decided to eat a .44 magnum and left a note saying simply “Messy, isn’t it?” They found him many days after he decided to end it.