my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.

she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,

got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she

he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,

I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…

The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...

I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...