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used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
Information has been received in this office indicating that you were arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department on March 12, 1969, on a drunk charge. In this connection, your atten...
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...