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you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...