#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
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...
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
Dee Dee had a place in the Hollywood Hills. Dee Dee shared the place with a friend, another lady executive, Bianca. Bianca took the top floor and Dee Dee the bottom. I rang the bell. It...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
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 keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
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....
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…