#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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 ringing the w…
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...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
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she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...