A few months into this time, around December, a journalist named McGee
came to interview him for Rolling Stone. In the published interview, the
journalist describes the room as “ill-lit” and “vomit-green” with porn
magazines and cigarette butts strewn all around. In spite of this, or
maybe because of this, the journalist and him became friends. The
journalist and his wife would invite him over to their house for dinner
every now and then. He would sit at their table feeling shy but happy.
-from "Resident Bohemians: The Nighthawk, Tom Waits" by James Yeh, originally published in The Rumpus (2010)
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