Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

as the spirit wanes the form

he said, “I was working in Hollywood wh… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to stand up… end of the afternoon and so I had to hel… into a taxi

he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets

While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...

One night I was coming around the corne… It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed… “Moto, you motherfuck!” I said. “Hank!” he said. We shook hands.

listen, man, don’t tell me about the poe… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscripts we bake them burn them

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepstakes maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.

I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades