#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold