#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
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…
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt