My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...

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

the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my

Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...

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

you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,

is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown

The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...