old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...

we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…

in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and

I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...

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

turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...

A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...

call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.

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