#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
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...