#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
One night I was assigned to the s… A young girl came in and sat down… I heard Butchner. “Yeah, you cunt… That’s what you want, you cunt, do… I went on sticking mail. The soup…
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
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...