#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
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...
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…