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IN CAMOGLI by Dan Fante It looks like the same ocean but this is Italy - not L.A. Sitting at sunset in a two-hundred-dollar-a day hotel by the sea All expenses paid - no limit on the drinks Reading my shit in rooms full of Fante fanatics where - sadly - everybody now speaks perfect coca-cola and wears Levis and looks like Tom Cruise without the big teeth On this trip I've been a fine success at impersonating a writer my poetry - remarkably - even sounds like me before I lost my muse and became a hopeless moron-hasbeen-talentless-retard fuck with a freight train roaring through my mind chasing a ridiculous lost idea of literary perfection But I warn you I'm like a dented 1985 Ford with a busted radiator, a cracked windshield, and 3 bald tires speeding down the autobahn Don't try to diss me or pass me or call my bluff 'cause - see when I'm cornered I can write like a gin-pissing-raw-meat-dual-carburator-V8-son-of-a-bitch even in Italy