#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;