L.A. waiters and cops and clerks still have screenplays in their back pockets and auditions at 9am which make them call in sick at their day jobs.
Prospectors; On the Quays; Life; Too early; Discovering charles
I remember;
early on in college
and discovering charles
bukowski – I worked
after class
in this office by the river
selling windows,
and sometimes
I'd show up early
and sit in a bookshop opposite,
drinking coffee from a paper cup
reading Factotum
and Dog from Hell – eventually
I even bought a copy.
Breaking Even
Right away he started waving the gun around and hollering about his wife, how she was no good, he never should have trusted her, he loved her, his best friend Ronnie was a no good bastard, the cops are probably looking for him, it was all over, he was gonna kill Ronnie and anybody who got in his way.
Getting Here
Afternoons in a well-worn wooden chair at the Allentown, Pennsylvania Public Library reading Dr. Seuss register as happy memories in an otherwise chaotic early childhood. Reading and writing felt as natural and welcome to me as running wild on the playground.
Frankenstein’s Monster
She first saw him three months ago at the tail-end of the horrible summer. The manager and the stocker used to stand in the walk-in freezer on their off-time while she stood behind the register in the faint breeze of the window-unit, sweating through her red polo shirt that had once belonged to her father. The stranger was nearly seven-feet tall and had to crouch beneath the threshold as he entered the store. He bought standard poor-people things, staples: cans of beans, single pounds of only the discount ground beef, butter, milk, hot sauce, brown sugar, steel-cut oatmeal, eggs, and chocolate.
Dealing with The Muse; The Great Depression; Woodstock 50; Highfalutin; Visiobibliophobia
Visiobibliophobia: Fear of Social Media
