since my last name was Fuch, he said to… believe the school yard was tough: they… powder down my neck, threw gravel at me,… with rubber bands in class, and outside… me names, well, one name mainly, over an…

it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark

I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neighborhoo… his name was Eugene and he was bigger than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good.

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

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

one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer

I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...

the weather is hot on the back of my wat… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to understa… when the bull goes down

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepstakes maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...

look there. the one you considered killing yourself for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car

Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a gro… could get jobs he could always get one.… “Why don’t you come up to the apartment… “What for?” “I steal all the beer I want. I take it…