“Beer, Poets and Talk”.

"I reached over and got 2 of them, jammed them down. Maybe next time would be better. Meanwhile there were riots, talk, literature, and lovely young ladies were making fat millionaires happy. I reached over, got one of my own cigars, took off the paper, took off the cigar band, jammed the thing into my screwed - u and complex face, then lit it, the cigar"

"Bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it."