#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,