#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
if you can’t stand the heat, he sa… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’… oven.
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
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
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom