#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...