#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
Everybody had gym period at the same time. Baldy’s locker was about four or five down from mine in the same row. I went to my locker early. Baldy and I had a similar problem. We hated w...
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…