That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...

the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from

sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…

my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear

I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and

That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to

this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into

I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...

Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power