From Jon:
Fearn and me found a live rat in the bin outside the other day and had to kill it. First I tried hitting it with a pole and then tried smoking it out. Nothing worked so Fearn poured boiling water over it. He’s changed now, has a distant look in his eyes like solider back from Nam.
You can’t let a rat go.
This has a certain essential beauty, I feel. Transcendent almost. Quivering, naked, raw.
