MEMORY
Not much I don't remember that
isn't indiscreet: watching that girl
undress, and more than once, in the
bedroom light across the way on
east 11th street. What else was I
supposed to do, go tell her?
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I saw a heroin junkie once get his
head blown off, for pissing some
other guy off. Yeah, that too was
a winning moment, and I think
the blood and brains that splattered
on the tenement wall stayed there
for a month, until washed down
by the rains.
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That car crash on the corner, too,
A huge noise, and all like just before
the impact. One's brain knew exactly
what was coming. And the smell - of
fear, and blood, and death. And then
that lady's endless scream!
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