Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...

I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,

the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:

The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...

this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

“...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.”

I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...

you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—

the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now

the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe

The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...