Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...

my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him

I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.

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...

the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives

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

Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…

I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...

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

Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...

You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.

A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...