I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
