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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Report From the Front--Julie, cont...

“Hey doll, you ok?” “Well, you know about the stove?” Stove, I think, what the fuck about a stove? Who brought a stove into the conversation. “Stove?” “What,” she says like she didn't say stove in the first place. “Nothing, Just thinking of the night that the E.D. bought the farm the hard way. Guess... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Report from the Front--Julie, cont.

With her Neanderthal partner/husband lurking in the background, I knew I'd be walking on fast feet, to say heading for parts unknown if he even hinted he wanted to do me harm. I knew he actually liked most white guys, I mean “right” white guys: “You right, you right”, white guys that liked to have... Sign in to see full entry.

About Julie The weather in Detroit, generally speaking rivals anywhere in the U.S., and is especially nice in late spring and late summer. Of course health is the key to any enjoyment of the weather or for that matter, anything else, including and most importantly to Brome, sex. He ate a lot of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

A Good Buy...

Before leaving Swobie's Cutrate Furniture forever, a bit more about the fat ass owner who sought to take advantage of those who might be had for a favored piece of furniture or so, might not be remiss. After The Dancer had given him my phone number, he asked if she would like to be on his “mailing... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Report from the Front--Money Matters--cont.

I never went back to check out a bookcase at Swobie's Cutrate Furniture, or anything else. Whether the Dancer did, I could not say so surely. I would be more of a fool not to know she did a little business on the side, as did all the other dancers at the Birdcage Lounge where she was Entertainment... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Afraid of Success..Report From the Front, cont.

A morbid thought that I was too normal for literary fame, too afraid of success to win it even if I had the game. I had just finished one of the best years, co-wrote a book which was published, and most successful years as for as my main success was concerned, my goal of making out with black c...,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Report from the Front... Sometime in the late Twentieth Century, Jack Brome sat alone in his spacious, but old, one bedroom apartment overlooking West Grand Blvd., Detroit's best at the time. His recurring plan of becoming a “writer” diminished by circumstances and fate. “Shit, how long can Detroit... Sign in to see full entry.

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