big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds

the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you

another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?

the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.

you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands

We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...

he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...

I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

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…

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about