#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.