The following entries are excerpts from my first novel, or rather more of a roman-a-clef, entitled Junk: A Memoir. I began writing this perhaps five years ago, and I am still trying to face rewrites and editing before I begin a search for an agent and hopefully publication. It is merely the tale of my …
I continued marching down Fifty-fourth Street, into the approaching theatre district. The people on the street had slowly morphed into a different crowd. The businessmen and women were still forging their way east, while groups of tourists began to mix among them, on their way to the latest play on Broadway. Occasionally a member of …
I left that particular bar behind, bidding Seamus adieu, and walked out into the chill of Third Avenue heading uptown. I decided to head west at around Forty-Second and hit a couple more bars before I went to some of the strip clubs west of Seventh Avenue. A little nudity for hire might be just …
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who’s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew. And it’s all over now, Baby Blue. —Bob Dylan “Scotch, no ice.” This had …