I just keep cranking out the same crapola

Nothing new

hardly original

just vomiting up the daily dirge

It keeps me off the sidewalks

  I lived on Linda street in 1985

   In the mission

    worked at a bookstore for I think like five dollars an hour

  the shipping guy in the basement was some kind of old movie genius he knew every character every actress from every old movie

  The other clerks were literary book nerds I thought I was well read until I met these guys

  The manager had been moved from the Modesto store to the new store in the city. The regional manager was a little short guy who seemed intent on making her life suck.

  On my birthday she and I took the ferry to Sausalito and got hammered. It was a good time. We got back around three and the regional manager was there and was fuming. She didn't care. 

"Fuck him" she said later