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Joe
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Socrates went through the doorless doorway into his other room. He lay down on the couch and just before he was asleep he thought of how he'd wake up alone. The rooster was hoarse in his old age, his crow no more than a whisper.
But at least that motherfucker tried.
— Mar 16, 2019 05:48PM
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But at least that motherfucker tried.
Joe
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"What you doin' there, boy?"
It was six a.m. Socrates Fortlow had come out to the alley to see what was wrong with Billy. He hadn't heard him crow that morning and was worried about his old friend.
The sun was just coming up. The alley was almost pretty with the trash and broken asphalt covered in half-light, Discarded wine bottles shone like murky emeralds in the sludge.
— Mar 16, 2019 05:44PM
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It was six a.m. Socrates Fortlow had come out to the alley to see what was wrong with Billy. He hadn't heard him crow that morning and was worried about his old friend.
The sun was just coming up. The alley was almost pretty with the trash and broken asphalt covered in half-light, Discarded wine bottles shone like murky emeralds in the sludge.
Joe
is on page 157 of 332
From my office windows I watched L.A. celebrate the end of World War II. Central Division Warrants took up the entire north side of City Hall's eleventh floor, so my vantage point was high and wide.
— Mar 16, 2019 02:24PM
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Joe
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I sat in my brand new office with the odor of paint in my nostrils and waited for something to happen. I had been back on the Boulevard for one day. This was the beginning of the second day. Below the window, flashing in the morning sun, the traffic raced and roared with a noise like battle. It made me nervous. It made me want to move. I was dressed up in civilian clothes with no place to go and nobody to go with.
— Mar 15, 2019 10:04PM
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Joe
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He felt the train check, knew what it meant. In a moment, from up toward the engine, cane the chant of the railroad detective. “Rise and shine, boys, rise and shine.” The hoboes began dropping off. He could hear them out there in the dark, cursing as the train went by.
— Mar 14, 2019 08:55PM
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Joe
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At one o’clock in the morning, Carl, the night porter, turned down the last of three table lamps in the main lobby of the Windermere Hotel. The blue carpet darkened a shade or two and the walls drew back into remoteness. The chairs filled with shadowy loungers. In the corners were memories like cobwebs.
— Mar 11, 2019 10:00PM
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Joe
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At one o’clock in the morning, Carl, the night porter, turned down the last of three table lamps in the main lobby of the Windermere Hotel. The blue carpet darkened a shade or two and the walls drew back into remoteness. The chairs filled with shadowy loungers. In the corners were memories like cobwebs.
— Mar 11, 2019 09:57PM
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