A sow sets a soup plate down on the table before me. It is filled to the brim and the soup sloshes over. Her hands up to her wrists are dunked in the gray muck, where white pieces of fat float around like corpses. I nearly puke.Marcelle Clement's The Dog Is Us also has an amusing profile of Kinski that was originally published in Esquire, I believe. If memory serves, they're driving around when Kinski fumes "I see signs saying 'Right Turn Only' and I want to scream 'Fuck you!'".
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