Christ, I need a drink. I know my liver is toast and drinking is a death sentence. I know all this. But I cannot think of an elixir that takes me down from the dark place and force-feed...

her mother was Japanese and her father an American stationed at the Futenma air station

this leg a genetic mutation bent askew a latitude of pain. take

It was Andrei Tarkovsky who said the artist feeds on his childhood his entire life.

reading the news he discovers the boys at NASA are using something called

The musician hated fame, the thought of it made him sick. Bob Dylan wanted to cut

sitting here very quietly listening to the world. the rhythm… thump of a drain drop repeated fro… far off a car laboring to reach di… the beat of a bass

near the end Dashiell Hammett was a hermit, his house was a mess, falling apart, and Lillian Hellma… had to take care of him.

I take a suitcase of downbeat irrelevancies and memories with me through

is stretched across the sky dove white against stark blue. down here people move around. they are busy and do not look

It is really getting to me. Everyone is talking about death. I heard an old friend died

Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…

If I see him again, I will complain to no one nowhere. There is not a reliable complaint department.

Leeza dances drunkenly near the ed… Death is two inches away. I see her tumbling end over end a broken screaming windmill.

nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt