the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)

I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their

he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;

I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,

I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal

he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…

In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...