#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
don’t ever get the idea I am a poe… at the racetrack any day half drun… betting quarters, sidewheelers and… but let me tell you, there are som… who go where the money goes, and s…
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.