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Could blow him to daly city. The town of his birth. All the regular customers, the soft bellied ones and the lean ones the hard face cabdrivers, the triose know his face. His faded blue sweater and his profile like [inaudible]. His cow lick in black mop of hair. [inaudible] johnitto should be only asleep. You know the place the Apartment Building on 17th street through the lobby door with busted lock under the sign that says no loitering past the mildew that curdled your brain up 3riccety stairs belly up below the broken window. In bed the mattress on the floor he shares with his older sisters...

School. Slowly, saddy unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to her feet. She watched her brother sew because his fingers were stiff and cold and would not move he jabbed them again and again and when the blood came he sucked it until it was gone much the stitches were jag ed some tiny dots some long lines. The sleeves tucks too far in so the sleeve cuffed high on her wrist. Material bunched at her neck giving it a hump. She had a lopsided look but smiled at her brother. All that morning madison watched his sister where she sat with the younger children her sleeve a bump on her shoulder. He thou...

Like finger bones out of the earth. Thank you. Hi. Nice to be here. I came on the 14 mission bus. To spend 6 minutes with you. [laughter]. If there is time left over after my reading i will do knife tricks. [laughter]. Short story from my collection, called love. This is a typical sunday night in the mission. Rose colored dreams. What is juanita doing selling roses in the mission. Wine colored, blood colors and pink roses wrapped in cellophane stuck in a plastic bucket half his size. 10 years looked like 30 stamped on his forehead a strong wind could blow him to daly city. The town of his birt...

A corns fall from oaks and we cut those down. Hogzila murderer speaks. I summon you from the swamp and holler. A red cheeked salamander in your stomach. When i saw you i littered up my rifle with buck shot and took aim. You were the most beautiful hog i had seen thats why i had to make you die to convince my friends of high heroism. I had not done in life cleaning up beer cans after the hunters left. But as i told that lady from the New York Times after offering her fanta, which she refused, the whole country will eat humble pie after the scientists dig up the body of hogzila and see the greet...

Today. Thats going to do it for us. Ill see you again tomorrow. Now its time for the last word with with lawrence odonnell. Good evening, lawrence. Good evening, herachel. That old phrase sergeant at arms. Hr the arms part seems archaic. And meaningless. And then you have days like today. Those scenes, we have shown them on this show in the past. The pictures of the end of governor Gretchen Whitmers driveway with guys standing at the end of her driveway holding guns and wearing all the protrump stuff and shouting about the president and telling drop her policies. But its another thing to see t...