#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
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
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
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 ...
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...