my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear

the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.

this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,

as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend

I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about

I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...

I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.

I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed