#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind