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Moneyexpand_moreWhen I think on it, I can’t believe I’m going to kill two people over weed.
“Hey, you look lost,” the hunter had said. “You better come with me.”
West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.
He didn’t mind, he insisted, that he loved her more than she loved him.
She’d seen snakes before, but she’d never really looked at one, until now.
Our ambition was a clawing, grasping thing. It got us out of bed.
They are glorious pumpkin-skinned messengers. I hate them.
Her family was still poor and hungry and scared.
Before he started spraying he would hand her the mask to put on.
Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.
Is anybody out there? Nobody answered, and I felt archaic as prayer.
And the starved heart starts over, writing one line at a time.
A sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.
David Lee
Condemned to an easy life balanced on the suffering in another land.
Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.
My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.
My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.
There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.
Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.
Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.
Slice a finger while opening a beer can, fizz the gin high in tumblers.
Neither fame nor wealth could provide consolation for life’s brevity.
My closet was a repository of foibles and fetishes, an archive of my life history.
The writer was there ahead of the world. And that was a great moment . . .
He knew what those friends were worth: he knew the girls too.
Professor Flacks could tell you everything about James Joyce.
If life is an open vein, what’s brave about a sleeve-heart, sweetheart?
It’s the roll-up-your-sleeves hour, when you have to make a living.
It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration.
