#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
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.
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.
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
This will refer to the letter addressed to you dated August 17, 1969, proposing your suspension without pay for three days or other disciplinary action, based on Charge No. 1 specified ...
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....