I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother

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…

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...

I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...

murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”