#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
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
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
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
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the