#AmericanWriters
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—