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she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
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...
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted: