#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
I found that the only way I could keep from dizzy-spelling into my case was to get up and take a walk now and then. Fazzio, a supervisor who had the station at the time, saw me walking ...
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…
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...