#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
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...
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold