#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
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...
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus