#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
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 doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.