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It was one of those days, a summer day, you know the days, the peak days when everything feels like love, love is everywhere.   ...

It was one of those nights, a summer night, a Saturday night, a sexually charged night when those who could shut themselves ...

Henry was a contrarian similar to Bukowski—who reveled and laughed all the way to the horse track at Santa Anita as he sipped beer ...

Years of booze and dope abuse was catching up with Henry. He was 43 years old and looked 60, his long hair was prematurely white a...

Henry out of his apartment early for once, he was up all night snorting cocaine and drinking Jack Daniels, the booze and dope f...

Henry with more than a few things on his mind, allot of it being written now . A poem by the black poet Ismael Reed comes to mind...