Radiopictures | In Houston by JMT22/08/2011
Something definitive went wrong in Houston. The water in the hotel taps tasted like a vast swamp stewing with petroleum. The highways led nowhere – like Los Angeles without the glamour. The guy in the gas station let me hang around and wait for a cab that never arrived. “Is it nice here?” I asked. “Not really,” he said. “Where would you rather be?” I asked. “New Jersey,” he said.