It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold

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...

now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from

these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…

Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...

Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?

the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below