#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
Curly Wagner picked out Morris Moscowitz. It was after school and eight or ten of us guys had heard about it and we walked out behind the gym to watch. Wagner laid down the rules, “We f...
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.