#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
This will refer to the letter addressed to you dated August 17, 1969, proposing your suspension without pay for three days or other disciplinary action, based on Charge No. 1 specified ...
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
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...
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
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 ...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
got int o my BMW and drove down t… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.