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It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
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’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the