#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars