#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide