#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
out of the arm 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
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...