richard burton and me (a drunken story)…
by feral911
Posted to Utterances on 2002-04-20 04:21:00
i was sitting at the bar of the white horse tavern in new york city drinking bushmills with richard burton. richard had had more than enough to drink about five hours previously… he hooked an arm around my neck.
‘ya know something, jason?’
‘what richard?’
burton pointed at a bar-stool…
‘dylan thomas died over there,’ he said.
i knocked back the contents of my glass…
‘yeah?’
‘that’s right, boy. he was just another drunken welshman like us.’