watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to

like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his

Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits

I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...

the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside

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

But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....

rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:

the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

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 ...