#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
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 was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly