luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that

But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…

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

I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...

had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a

“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.