Aug 7th, 2010 5:34pm

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 I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.

From Ask the Dust by John Fante. Kindle Store seems to have all his books. I am soooo doomed.

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