Falling Angel

Falling Angel
first lines from chapters in Falling Angel by William Hjortsberg

It was Friday the 13th,
666 Sth Ave. was the unhappy
six-year old Chevy
I drove back.
It grew dark outside
after midnight, when
(Monday morning was fair)
when you're not on Broadway:
two bars, seventh avenue,
uptown BMT,
found cigarette behind departed
pharmaceuticals. By the time I'll get
to the path, I'll burn
in Hell.

(Intention is to echo the tone of the novel with a sense of confusion/surrealness that the narrator represents...)