#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking