#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
“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.
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this