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Hemingway couldn’t get a handle on   bohemianism. He didn't fit in with Stien, Elliot, Pound, and the others.  He went his own way, bond...

      I woke, getting out of my futon at 5AM. I live in a rotten fucking room, where a putrescent smell reeks through the floorboards.  Ther...

  I’m a guy who didn’t go to college who writes anyway. I don’t know shit about MA programs at universities.   I’m uneducated but people lik...

After my best friend Slim died there was no reason to live in New York. The winters were remorseless.   And, you know the I Love New York b...