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64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb