you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb

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

my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.

In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”

I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...

the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you

In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…

it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind

I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…