labaster Red was a poet, a great lover, and a corn thief. I met him in 1982 on Fannin street in Houston, TX. He sold me his “Snake-Oil Cure,” a juice that made me drunk and brilliant. It turned out that the juice was a metaphysical trick and Alabaster became my cruel dream lord, torturing me in my sleep every night. I resisted sleep for fear of pain and in my tired madness I was visited by the Spirit of the Depths, she gave me an enchanted Lonestar tall boy- which I promptly drank. I never saw Alabaster again.
by Joe Wozny