Dreams from Bunker Hill Novel by John Fante

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My first collision with fame was hardly memorable. I was a busboy at Marx's Deli. I was twenty-one years old, living in a world bounded on the west by Bunker Hill. I was a busboy nonpareil, with great verve and style for the profession, I attracted considerable attention as I whirled from table to table, balancing a tray on one hand, and eliciting smiles from my customers. I had something else beside a waiter's skill to offer my patrons, for I was also a writer.