#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
Soon after that I made regular and that gave me an 8 hour night, which beat 12, and pay for holidays. Of the 150 or 200 that had come in, there were only two of us left. Then I met Davi...
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.