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

what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would

I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over

listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others

Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...

That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...

drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up

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

it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown

and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college

she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…

all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have

I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…