drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...

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.

sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.

“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...

she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…

eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy

I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...

I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips

light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.