#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
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...
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits