Chapter 63

           Wegotbackto1010.Ihadmycheck.I’dleftwordthatwedidn’twanttobedisturbed.TammieandIsatdrinking.I’dread5or6lovepoemsabouther.

           "TheyknewwhoIwas,"shesaid."SometimesIgiggled.Itwasembarassing."

           Theyhadknownwhoshewasallright.Sheglistenedwithsex.Eventheroachesandtheantsandtheflieswantedtofuckher.

           Therewasaknockonthedoor.Twopeoplehadslippedthrough,apoetandhiswoman.ThepoetwasMorseJenkinsfromVermont.HiswomanwasSadieEveret.Hehadfourbottlesofbeer.

           Heworesandalsandoldtornbluejeans;turquoisebracelets;achainaroundhisthroat;hehadabeard,longhair;orangeblouse.Hetalked,andhetalked.Andwalkedaroundtheroom.

           Thereisaproblemwithwriters.Ifwhatawriterwrotewaspublishedandsoldmany,manycopies,thewriterthoughthewasgreat.Ifwhatawriterwrotewaspublishedandsoldamediumnumberofcopies,thewriterthoughthewasgreat.Ifwhatawriterwrotewaspublishedandsoldveryfewcopies,thewriterthoughthewasgreat.Ifwhatthewriterwroteneverwaspublishedandhedidn’thavethemoneytopublishithimself,thenhethoughthewastrulygreat.Thetruth,howevet,wasthattherewasverylittlegreatness.Itwasalmostnonexistent,invisible.Butyoucouldbesurethattheworstwritershadthemostconfidence,theleastself-doubt.Anyway,writersweretobeavoided,andItriedtoavoidthem,butitwasalmostimpossible.Theyhopedforsomesortofbrotherhood,somekindoftogetherness.

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