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I went to a shrink. He told me I was half crazy. I asked him for a prescription. He thought about it and gave me one.
But when I reached t..
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Nana stood by the picture window, staring out into the
thickening fog.
“The day I was born,” she said.“I’m sure I
sig..
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Sitting at my
desk, staring blankly at the empty page in a typewriter. I light a bidi, pour a
drink, scratch an itch, rub the tension from my f..
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I got high, looked
to the sky, saw my mother cry and the sun refused to shine.
The skies
turned black and it began to snow.
I ..
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The phone rings; somebody on the other end wants to know when I will visit them.I’m so distracted I mutter, “Haven’t been myself lat..
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In those days, the prevailing attitude toward Wiley Ouellette was that he was a fascist, not a socialist. However, he swore up and down that he was ap..
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I headed for The Open Flask, a little dive I frequent
whenever I feel like overdosing on expired prescription medication.
The owner was a semi-acq..
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I've worked odd jobs with bizarre people, but that first job was a doozy.There was a little fish restaurant called The Captain's Cabin that had been t..
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They say good writing comes from the unconscious. Who knows where the hell this is coming from? This was told to me while I was reading a lot of novel..
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