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I was fairly drunk when it
began and I took out my bottle and used it
along the way.
I was reading a week or two after
Kandel and I did not look quite as
I brought it off and we
ended up at the Webbs, 6, 8, 10 of
us, and I drank scotch, wine, beer, tequila
and noticed a nice one sitting next to me -
one tooth missing when she smiled,
lovely, and I put my arm around her
and began loading her with bullshit.
when I awakened at 10 a.
the next morning
I was in a strange house
in bed with this
she was asleep but looked
I got up and here was one kid running around in a
crib and another one running around the floor in
I picked up a letter addressed to one
", so I went back and said,
"hey, Betsy, there are kids running around all over
"oh Hank, damn it, I'm sick.
I want to sleep, not
"but look, the .
"make yourself some
I put the pot on and the little boy ran up in his
I found a shirt and some pants and some
then I cleaned a bottle with hot water, filled it
with milk and gave it to the kid in the
he went for
then I went in and squeezed her
"I've got to go.
are you all
"yes, a little sick.
but please don't feel
I called a yellow cab and we went back across
is this what happened to
Thomas ? I thought.
if a man didn't think too much he could be proud of his little
except that the women were better than we - asking nothing
as we squirted our poetry
our bullshit our
we were sick poets sick
across town I knocked on the door of my host and
"what happened ?" they
they sat a beer in front of me
and I drank it as if I were
"somebody got a
cigarette ?" I asked.
I lit up and asked,
"heard from Creely
not giving a damn whether they had or
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