I turned around and she said“Why do you always end up down at Nick’s Cafe?”I said “I don’t know, the wind just kind of pushed me this way.”She said “Hang the rich.” Robbie Roberston, Somewhere Down The Crazy River Last weekend, after spending the night up kvetching over those dark nights of the raging soul with a new friend, I related my own suppressed rage … Continue reading And So I Return To The River, Down To My River To Celebrate New Truths