Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.

the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed

The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...

I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...

There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...

the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from

call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh

of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…

as the spirit wanes the form

Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark

We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”