A Rain Of Women (1968)
Story (1968)
Excerpt
A Rain Of Women
yesterday, which was Friday, was dark and rainy, and I kept saying, stay sober, man, don't fall to pieces, and I walked out the door and out onto the landlord's lawn and ducked just in time to avoid a football thrown by a future S.C. quarterback, 1975—1975?, and I thought, jesus, we are not too far from 1984 I remember when I read that book, I thought, well, 1984, that's ten million miles to China, and here it was almost here, and I was almost dead, getting ready, chewing on the pulpy gig, getting ready to spit it out. dark and rainy—a death closet, a dark stinking death closet: Los Angeles, Calif., late afternoon, Friday, China 8 miles away, rice with eyes, vomiting dogs of mourning—dark and rainy, ah shit!—and I remembered when I was a kid, I thought, I'd like to live to see the year 2,000, I thought that would be the magic thing, with my old man beating hell out of me everyday I wanted to live to be 80 and see the year 2,000; now with everything beating hell out of me I no longer have that desire—it's a day at a time, WAR, dark and rainy—stay sober, man, don't fall to pieces...
Appears in Books
- Tales of Ordinary Madness - 1983, pg. 154
- Erections, Ejaculations and General Tales of Ordinary Madness - 1972, pg. 394