Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Ask The Dust by John Fante

One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Bunker Hill, down in the very middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life,because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or Igot out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under mydoor. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it byturning out the lights and going to bed.”

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