#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...