#AmericanWriters
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his