#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
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
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—