#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
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
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.