#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the