Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer painting

Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer paintingPaul Cezanne Trees in Park paintingPaul Cezanne Table Corner painting
Hokenberry had-only two eyes of his own, but around his neck, on a pendant, hung the eye of a stranger.“I already told you twice how I got it.”“I just like to hear it,” Corky said. “You tell it so well. It tickles me.”Scrunching his face until he was Michael Jackson.”“—Michael Jackson back when he still was Michael Jackson if he ever really was,” Hokenberry agreed. “Anyway I had this three-week gig with ... My memory’s fuzzy about this. I think it was either the Eagles or could’ve been Peaches and Herb.”“Or it could’ve been the Captain and Tennille.”“Yeah, it could’ve been. One of them three acts. This crowd gets all jammed up, gonads gone nuclear, too much of some bad juice bein’ toked and poked that night.”resembled a Shar-Pei, Hokenberry considered the concept of himself as a raconteur, and he seemed to like it. “Twenty-five years ago, I started doin’ road security for rock groups, tour security. I don’t mean I planned it or managed it. That’s not my zone.”“You’ve always been just beef,” Corky said, anticipating him.“Yeah, I’ve always been just beef, been out front to intimidate the crazier fans, the totally wired meth freaks and PCP spongebrains. Been beef for Rollin’ Stones tours, Megadeth, Metallica, Van Halen, Alice Cooper, Meat Loaf, Pink Floyd—”“Queen, Kiss,” Corky added, “even for Michael Jackson when he still