#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
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 flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...