#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
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...
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos