#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...