sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...

majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—

I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with

this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a

he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi

am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...

she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair