J. D. Salinger
The Heart of a Broken Story
Esquire XVI, September 1941, Page 32, 131-133

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I don't know what I want.

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but I've been getting along for long before you came into the play.

I want a drink. I want fifty drinks. I want a bottle of the purest, strongest, most destructive, most poisonous alcohol on Earth. I want fifty bottles of it. I want crack, dirty and yellow and filled with formaldehyde. I want a pile of powder meth, five hundred hits of acid, a garbage bag filled with mushrooms, a tube of glue bigger than a truck, a ( Read more... )

nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today