#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill