welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.

are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing

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...

for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there

I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,

the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,

between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old

There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...

the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;

Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...