Unabridged

Henry going on a road-trip,   cashing his welfare check, packing his gym bag,   walking to the Greyhound Bus Station in Queens.   ...

Henry in a funk as he looks at a blank page with nothing in his head—vacantly.   Maybe the outline he was using to write stories ...

Henry weird, seeing things in slow motion—being pulled haltingly forward into the dark.     Something pulling him into a void— Nat...

Henry sitting on a broken wicker chair needing re-threading—on the tenth floor patio of his Queens apartment, wanting to write and wonderi...

Henry in his Queens apartment on a slack afternoon drinking malt liquor, listening to blues music, WBQI 99.5, getting high, war...

Henry didn’t have any friends and he liked it that way—well, he had Ruby his waitress and May at Siam Massage, but the relationsh...

Henry sitting in a chair on his apartment's balcony all afternoon— enjoying the last rays of sun on an Indian Summer day— smoking ...

Henry mucho hombre, awake while the sun was still shining—up early at 11AM, writing the afternoon away, the sacred Sanskrit text flow...

Henry half in the bag, sleeping most the day, getting up at 8PM, showering then ready to rumble. It was fall in Queens, the a...