#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.