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Henry up early at 10AM, awake but still dreaming of far-away places somewhere in the USA or Mexico. By 11AM   quickly cleaning up...

Henry at home in his Queens pad, recovering from surgery. The surgeon had to rebuild his inner nose, he had lost a hefty portion of...

Henry sitting on a broken chair in his stark and empty Queens apartment —w riting, listening to a Mets night-game on the radio, ...

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...