bill freeman's Writings
It Was Raining Of course it was raining. The gods conspire in our dramas. We didn't care. Only our poster Of The Wild One was getting wet. We'd been soaked for hours, ducking In and out of bars along Sixth Avenue. We were swimming toward K's apartment, Refugees from the circus matinee At Madison Square Garden. Champagne in the empty press box. Floating on her...
Awareness is the only forgiveness, I think, which can be attained ”
Born and mostly raised in Queens, I am the third child and only male in a family of four siblings. So, if you know your Sulloway, you've got 80% of me pegged. Four years in the air force, B.A. San Francisco State, Language Arts, Creative Writing. Wrote...