#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
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
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,