#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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...
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)