#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi