#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
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)....
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,