Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...

once we were young at this machine. . . drinking

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...

there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...

this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while

she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .

we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot