“The man they call Gold pan Sam
Is the man that’s said to have a plan
He comes and goes- this hustler knows, if there’s gold out there-
It’s in his pan.
More live’s than one
this sun of a gun
always has a trick up that sleeve,
with money on the mind
he’s sure one of a kind
Johnny, just wait- you wait and see.
”
Caliban hunts with the ferocity of a bad memory that can’t be forgotten.
When any comfort sets in, he reminds you.
Like grief, coming in waves as it does.
It’s rude to take photographs of people without consent. Consent. Now there’s a word.
The Monte Rio Theater.
‘Cause this is thriller.