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He looked shriveled, his long hair looked
like a greasy wig with spikes. Sharp nose
eyes, pinched thin mouth, weak chin.

five cruisers on the block tonight
i wonder what’s the fuss about this time

hiding in someone else’s garbage can
and listening to eminem

The Grayson’s never lock the door. I watch them leave to walk the dog, and when they come back, they never fumble with the keys.

In the afternoons José plays back messages on a grey answering machine, appointments to confirm with Johns by telephone.

Todd sat behind the counter of the Days Inn on a dreary, drizzly winter afternoon checking the night log.

Here’s a story ‘bout a fella
—Goes by Whitey, don’t ya’ know?—

“It worked last time. Quit your bitchin’ and get on with it.”

I can be awful all on my own