#AmericanWriters
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
the was te of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
one of t he first actors to play T… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
the can aries were there, and the… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
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…
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...