And just as the table is about to finally ignore him, to look away and start eating, he sits up and loudly says, pointing an accusing finger at his plate, It moved! Timothy glares at him with a contem...
You don't think it's– and now she looks around the restaurant before leaning in, whispering–AIDS?Oh no, nothing like that, I say, though immediately I wish I had paused long enough before answering to...
Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick? she asks softly, then sips her wine.Maybe because I’m hostile, I spit out. Maybe because you sense this.
Who is this girl? Why is she alive? Wonder if I should leave right now. Get up and say, 'Goodnight fuck-ups, it's been a sheer sensation and I hope I never see any of you again,' and leave?
This isn't a script, Julian says. It's not going to add up. Not everything's going to come together in the third act.
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
There was a song I heard when I was in Los Angeles by a local group. The song was called ‘Los Angeles’ and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for...
The client had the boudin blanc, the roasted chicken and the cheesecake, he says.Cheesecake? I say, confused by this plain, alien-sounding list.What sauce or fruits were on the roasted chicken? What s...
Sheen's supposed propensity for violence against women hadn't hurt his popularity with female fans either, and if anyone wants to know what that means, then that's a story for maybe fifty other books.
She laughs and looks out the window and I think for a minute that she's going to start to cry. I'm standing by the door and I look over at the Elvis Costello poster, at his eyes, watching her, watchin...
On the plane leaving Tokyo I’m sitting alone in back twisting the knobs on Etch-A-Sketch and Roger is next to me singing Over the Rainbow straight into my ear, things changing, falling apart, fading,...
On my way over to Park Avenue to find a cab I pass an ugly, homeless bum-- a member of the genetic underclass-- and when he softly pleads for change, for anything, I noticed the Barnes & Noble book ba...
On The Patty Winters Show this morning a Cheerio sat in a very small chair and was interviewed for close to an hour.
Nothing. Nothing makes me happy. I like nothing, I tell her.
No, I start, hesitantly. Well, we have to end apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. Ensure a strong national defense, prevent the spread of communism...
Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
J&B I am thinking. Glass of J&B in my right hand I am thinking. Hand I am thinking. Charivari. Shirt from Charivari. Fusilli I am thinking. Jami Gertz I am thinking. I would like to fuck Jami Gertz I...
I’m tired, William. I’m tired of you. I’m tired of these parties. I’m tired. The tone of your voice could have fooled me, he says, taking my arm roughly. Just smile, okay? Just until we get past the p...
It was when she started dealing coke so she could lose weight. It had worked, sort of. I think she still has a fat ass, and can look dumpy, and has dried-out black hair and writes awful poetry and I'm...
It moved me away from the narcissism of childhood and into the world’s mysteries—the unexplained, the taboo, the other—and drew me closer to a place of understanding and acceptance.