#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) was for the misfits. Like I said, it was either that or gym. I would have taken gym but I didn’t want people to sec the boils on my back. There...
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
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…
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.