#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
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
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would