#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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 ...
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
“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...
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
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…
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
