#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of