#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
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...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?