very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire

unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant

There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...

Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...

Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before

I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...

That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...

Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about