#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine