#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...