Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...

old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back

like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as

they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot

my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.

Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...

shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then

“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…

A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...

she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning

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

he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…