#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
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...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles