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.
John Fante, Ask the dust, 1939
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