#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down