I settled in to watch a Dragnet rerun. I bought the judge in four of Jack Webb’s drunk-driving beefs. I shtupped Jack’s ex-wife, soaring songstress Julie London.
He was about to pocket a list of local sanitariums when he heard Traitor, and saw Mickey and Herman Gerstein standing a few feet away. Cohen with a clean shot, but a half dozen witnesses spoiling his...
Envy thou not the oppressor, And choose none of his ways. —Proverbs 3:31
But who?
All I have is the will to remember. Time revoked/fever dreams — I wake up reaching, afraid I’ll forget. Pictures keep the woman young. L.A., fall 1958.
There's a kid or some kids somewhere. I'll never know them. They're particle-puzzle-cubing right now. They might be mini-misanthropes from Moosefart, Montana. They might be demi-dystopians from Dogdic...
I had to talk to people. All people scared me.
Twenty-nine years old and on her third masters degree because she’s afraid to go out and meet the world. Sad, isn’t it? Mal sighed. Tragic.
Jimmy Hoffa said, I know how Jesus must have felt. The fucking pharaohs rose to power on his coattails like the fucking Kennedy brothers are rising on mine.Heshie Ryskind said, Get your history straig...
I walked to the heart of the neon smear.
I do three weeks at the Hall of Justice Jail. It's a potent crime primer. I'm the geek that all the pro thugs disdain. I observe them up close. It's the '60s. It's social-grievance-as-justification-fo...
I didn't care who we were. I required no consummation. I knew that whoever we were and whatever we had would never stop.
I am best served in my life’s goals if I lay in the dark, brood, sleep, listen to classical music, spend time with my few friends, and chase women. That’s what I do. I chase women. I spend time with m...
He took three shots a night-no more, no less.He switched from whisky to straight gin. The bum compensated for the scant volume.Three shots tweaked his hatreds. Four shots and up cut those hatreds all...
He kept his extralegal shit there. Throwdown guns, burglars’ tools, maryjane to plant on suspects.
Canned shtick—Pete gleeful:‘The left one's the hospital, the right one's death. The right one steals your life while the left steals your breath. These hands are bad juju and the bad boogaloo, they're...
Cab drivers are night-riding denizens of the first order. They view wretched foibles from a gutter perspective.
America: I window-peeped four years of our History. It was one long mobile stakeout and kick- the-door-in shakedown. I had a license to steal and a ticket to ride. I followed people. I bugged and tapp...
Your death defines my life. I want to find the love we never had and explicate it in your name.
You can't make history all the time, Dougie.Sometimes the best you can do is make money.