#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
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...
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...