she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth

it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark

After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...

But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…

another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...

had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:

the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now