Moody And Willie

"who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night, with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares" - Ginsberg . . . "this is the way love works, you see, and then we all sat there drinking the whiskey and I was perfectly satisfied and then he reached over and handed me a five, "that's all thats left of what she took, thats all thats left of what she took from you." I was no golden winged angel ripped uo through boxtops I took the five and left them in there and I walked up the alley to Alvarado street and I turned in left at the first bar" -Bukowski