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Stinky Matt and the Bone Man Drug lecture #401. The five-o had been sweating them since State street. They tossed the junk under a parked car. Nate Sham didn't mind. It wasn't his. He didn't even have a flavor for the shit anymore. They took a wrong tum down a blind alley carpeted with garbage and Stinky Matt let. out a muted scream, his fists threatening to strike. The shit had been his score and he needed it. Badly. His hair was a mop, wet and stnngy, sticking to his ears, neck, and forehead. His face was a multi-colored bruise and his tips were chap-cracked like the floor of the desert. Nate Shorn half expected to see a cactus growing out of the dimple in Matt's chin. The cop closed the alley with a smirk. Nate Shortt felt no stress. He was clean, a little drunk. He hadn't carried a gun since Los Angeles and only God knows how long ago that was. The cop moved in slowly, swinging his nightstick. Stinky Matt was realJy living up to his nickname. The cop rapped the stick against the alley wall; tattoo, cadence, death march. It was three AM. The streets were empty. They were about to catch a bad one. Sti.nky Matt had laid their last president on the Horse.

How I Spent My Winter Vacation I loved her with all my heart and I told her all the time. On a beach in Puerto Rico, I held a large, rounded handful of sand and said: "I wish I had ten dollars for each grain." In way of reply, she gingerly plucked five of the specks from my hot, slow palm and said: "I wish I had one person to love for each grain." We stared at the ocean.

Dream Job Reading "Naked Lunch" on a slow night at the market, my pants' front well-nigh grew taut with erection. This brought to mind a time rubbing early morning sensitive against counter's edge, trying not to soil my boxers.

She Was Smiling at the Sky We were "Just Married" for six months, too 182)1 to wash the car and it never rains in love. "You're taking over the closet again.
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he was in the shower. "It's not me, it's my clothes. All I could find was a T-shirt. It was Spring. New England. She came into the bedroom. Wet. Naked. There was a time I would have ravaged her. When 1 was younger, passionate. I let her get dressed. I pulled on a blue T-shirt. I would suffer. Outside it was fifty degrees at 7 A.M. It was going to be the kind of day where every minute passes like an hour. A day to make you glad you're not in school anymore. I was happy to be unemployed. My hangover didn't even seem that bad. I held her hand "Do you love me?" she asked. "Maybe." "What is love?" She was smiling at the sky "Love is a dog from HelL " She smiled at the Earth. "No really, I want 'to know what you think." I lit a cigarette, said: "No you don't." I was ashamed of my thoughts. We stopped walking and sat down on a patch of wet grass. "Love is hate," I announced. "Really?" I stubbed my cigarette aut on a damp flower. "Mayb , maybe not, but hate is easier than love." " Iiche," she challenged. I bit off my lips, chewed on them, and swallowed. "It's easier to fake hate than it is to fake love." She shook her head. "Not for everyone" A happy looking couple slipped by us, smiled knowingly, and became nothing. "Now that's cliche," T said. "That's love," she defied. "Not in my book." "Yours is not the only book." I nodded, said: "L t' get a beer." We stood up, faced the bars on the purple horizon, held hands, and walked.
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Lynn came over to my apartment
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where Ed's arm is blown offwith a shotgun, I tried to touch her breast When she got mad, I played like it was an accident and we went back to the movie, That's a nice thing about friendship people let you get away with lies.

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