he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...

Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished

sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain

the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down

Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...

I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal

one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer

A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...

used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.

Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...