Here’s a quote from Don Winslow’s forthcoming novel, The Cartel, that I wanted to share:cartel

“He became his own blues song, a Tom Waits Loser, a Kerouac saint, a Spingsteen hero under the lights of the American highway and the neon glow of the American strip. A fugitive, a share cropper, a hobo, a cowboy who knows that he’s running out of prairie but rides anyway because there’s nothing left but to ride.”