#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
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
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear