#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
