#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades