![]() I had no idea that one day I would be his best friend.” ![]() ![]() She said, “He intimidated the hell out of me, too. She lives in a modest, sunny, art-filled apartment on St. His best, his last, and surely his dearest friend is the artist Lorette Luzajic. He had no relatives, or at least none he wished to acknowledge.įiorito: Two books buys a bed for one night Had I tried anything like that where I grew up, guys from the paper mill would have beaten the snot out of me, but Kilodney’s presence on the street, and his intractable courage, were sure signs that you were in the big city. ![]() Ewing’s Raw Guts, And Other Stories or Bang Heads Here, Suffering Bastards! or Foul Pus From Dead Dogs. In the mid-’80s, when I was still a small-town guy, I would sometimes see him glaring at passersby, reserving his deepest scorn for anyone who would not buy a copy of, for example, I Chewed Mrs. He sold his self-published stories on the street for 20 years or so, usually wearing a sign around his neck: “Rotten Canadian Literature,” or “Worst Selling Author,” or sometimes the title of his most recent book. He also hated Toronto who, at times, does not? He was a notorious crank, a curmudgeon, and an artist at odds with the world. Which is to say that even though the writer died a couple of weeks ago, he will not be forgotten. ![]()
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