#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
