#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
here I’m supposed to be a great po… and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a gi… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos