"Hell," he finished absurdly. "Because--" He produced a twenty-peso note and laid it on the table.

"I like it," he called to them, through the open window, from outside.

--Malcolm Lowry

Under the Volcano

Good Friday

Things I Can't Eat

If I Had a Beach I'd Be There, But Since I'm Here I'll Have a Beer

And Then She Did the Greatest Thing I've Never Seen

Retail Market

Untitled Story # You-Name-It

My Friend the Barnard Bulletin Editor

What Little There Is, Is Beautiful

Cherish the Children or Whatever

Shit on a Library

Journal Entry, from a Trench

They Call Me Jesus

The Ridding of Annoyance

Slow Time Blues

Things to Think About for the New Apartment

This Window Here [This Here Window]

The Damn Shame Story

When Naught Meets Moot, They Party

How Harshly Sadness Engulfs All

What We Mean When We Talk About Horseshit

A Few Pieces of My Heart

The Right to Die Young