#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old