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

they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way

the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.

Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...

he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…

the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…

here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes

It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...

remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”

more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,

I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with

I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,