#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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…
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle