#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...