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I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the