#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
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…
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;