#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
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…
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
