Pulp - Charles Bukowski [0]
PULP
Dedicated to bad writing
Contents
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I was sitting in my office, my lease had expired…
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She walked in.
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It was the next day.
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I looked up Celine in the Webster. 1891-1961. It was…
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Unfortunately, I ended up at the racetrack that afternoon and…
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The next day I took a chance and went back…
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Well, I was back in my office.
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After lunch I decided to go back to the office.
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There was a knock on the door. No, it was…
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Skip the rest of the day and night here, no…
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The next morning, 8 a.m., I was parked in my…
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I rode the Harbor Freeway to the end. I was…
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I found myself back at my apartment. I dove into…
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The next day I was back at Red’s bookstore. I…
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The next day I was in my office. Everything seemed…
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After I ate I parked a quarter of a block…
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I went back to the office. Brewster and Celine had…
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I picked up the phone.
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Back at the office, the next day, I was confused.
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I had to think about it. I had to think…
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I couldn’t sleep that night. I drank beer, I drank…
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I awakened depressed. I looked up at the ceiling, at…
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I got to the track for the 4th race. I…
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The next day I went down to the Silver Haven…
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I took the elevator up to the 6th floor. The…
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I was wrong. There was nobody at the office. I…
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It was 2:15 p.m. I was holding down a table…
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The next day at the office I put my feet…
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I walked in and took a stool. The barkeep walked…
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I unlocked the door to my office, swung it open…
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I got Grovers on the phone. He was in.
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Well, to celebrate my progress as probably the greatest detective…
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So I went to my place and drank and there…
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So, there I was, parked outside of Bass’s place, a…
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I kept the drinking glass pressed to the wall and…
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Then it came to me. This guy was one of…
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The next day at the office I got Jack Bass…
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Next I got John Barton on the phone. He ran…
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Here, basically, I was sitting between Space and Death. In…
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So, there I was the next day, back at my…
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I waited until that night, drove over, parked outside. Nice…
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I drove down to a bar where I hadn’t been…
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So there I was the next night, standing outside of…
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So, there I was depressed again. I drove back to…
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So there I was, back at the office the next…
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Well, what are you going to do? I worried so…
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The next day I was sitting in the office. The…
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So, it was 2 p.m. I was at the Grand…
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I was in the office. I think it was a…
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I decided to go to my apartment and have a…
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You have no idea how fast 25 days can go…
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I was sitting in my office, my lease had expired and McKelvey was starting eviction proceedings. It was a hellish hot day and the air conditioner was broken. A fly crawled across the top of my desk. I reached out with the open palm of my hand and sent him out of the game. I wiped my hand on my right pants leg as the phone rang.
I picked it up. “Ah yes,” I said.
“Do you read Celine?” a female voice asked. Her voice sounded quite sexy. I had been lonely for some time. Decades.
“Celine,” I said, “ummm…”
“I want Celine,” she said. “I’ve got to have him.”
Such a sexy voice, it was getting to me, really.
“Celine?” I said. “Give me a little background. Talk to me, lady. Keep talking…”
“Zip up,” she said.
I looked down.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“Never mind. I want Celine.”
“Celine is dead.”
“He isn’t. I want you to find him. I want him.”
“I might find his bones.”
“No, you fool, he’s alive!”
“Where?”
“Hollywood. I hear he’s been hanging around Red Koldowsky’s bookstore.”
“Then why don’t you find him?”
“Because first I want to know if he’s the real Celine. I have to be sure, quite sure.”
“But why did