#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
as the spirit wanes the form
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe