at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…

Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...

the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts

have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.

luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that

Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,

The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...

I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,

the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;