I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate

used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.

knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow

all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…

you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…

these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;

Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,

once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…

one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you

The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...

Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...

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...

they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a