#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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 ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
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...
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom