#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…