Archive for the ‘Outlaws’ Category

Justice Is Relative For Comics

Saturday, April 26th, 2008

If Lenny Bruce was alive, he'd have his place in the sun, now. Who could offer more scathing commentary on our all-too-human foibles? The inward tension oozed from his pores. If junkies get relief from the existential buzz, no wonder they're addicts. Just living is work when you don't have a maid. In this material ...

Do They Let Bookies In Heaven?

Saturday, January 5th, 2008

You get to know everybody when you're a bartender at the only bar in Tuna Town. My roommate worked there, but he didn't have a car, so I'd give him a ride to work. And once a week I'd take him up to Mimi's to grab some breakfast and settle accounts with ...

Act Well The Part

Thursday, December 27th, 2007

The girl was a soda jerk at the soda fountain in the only drug store in this lousy little town out in the middle of nowhere in west Texas. She didn't dig Elvis. She liked Mario Lanza. He was more sophisticated. I guess she was like most teenage girls in the mid '50s--a ...

Life’s Not What It Seems

Monday, December 24th, 2007

If you think there's justice in this life, think again. I told you how my father was gonna blow my mother away. Who do you think she made the villain in this story? Here's a hint-- it wasn't the guy with the gun. Maybe that'll give you an idea where I'm coming from. I'm living ...

Simple Sex Symbols

Sunday, December 9th, 2007

All I can say is that when I was coming up as a young guy, most of the waiters I knew were bisexual. Yeah, sure, they played the lothario role to a tee, but those fuckers always had it both ways, in my experience. I thought it was cool-- really. I like guys ...

First Born Son Of Fools

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

All these idiots who're always bitching, ought to try love, sometime. When I have sex with someone, I want to be one with them, and mix my mind with theirs. That really gives me a charge. Before AIDS, I spread the love around with reckless abandon, and even when I knew better. Sure, I ...

Exile On Earth

Sunday, October 28th, 2007

I got a story for ya. This guy I know, Ray, grew up in Huntington Beach. It was the late '60s. He was about fifteen, and one day he was riding his bike down Main Street (it was still a small town then). Some burly asshole in a panel truck sideswiped Ray and knocked ...