#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
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...