#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
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…
she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
Soon after that I made regular and that gave me an 8 hour night, which beat 12, and pay for holidays. Of the 150 or 200 that had come in, there were only two of us left. Then I met Davi...
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?