#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
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
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
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…
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...