#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
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…
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...