#Americans #XXCentury
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
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
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
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 ...
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire