Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.

like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer

I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,

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

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power

have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.

Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...

Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...

all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his

I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits