#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
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
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...