#AmericanWriters
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
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;
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still