I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot was fired.

On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...

Want something to drink?" Marty asked. “I’ll have a beer,” I said. “I’ll have a Stinger,” said Tammie. “Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,… “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.…

sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the

Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...

he came to the door one night wet thin b… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he stayed grew to trust me until a friend drove up…

It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...

The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...

she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powdered and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled