the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: "Chinaski, you got a following in Denver…" "yeah?" "yeah, I got a magazine and I want some poems from you…" "FUCK YOU, CHINASKI!" I heard a voice in the background… "I see you have a friend," I said. "yeah," he answered, "now, I want six poems…" "CHINASKI SUCKS! CHINASKI`S A PRICK!" I heard the other voice. "you fellows been drinking?" I asked. "so what?" he answered. "you drink." "that`s true…" "CHINASKI`S AN ASSHOLE!" then the editor of the magazine gave me the address and I copied it down on the back of an envelope. "send us some poems now…" "I`ll see what I can do…" "CHINASKI WRITES SHIT!" "goodbye," I said. "goodbye," said the editor. I hung up. there are certainly any number of lonely people without much to do with their nights.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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