#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend