#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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 ...
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
Everybody had gym period at the same time. Baldy’s locker was about four or five down from mine in the same row. I went to my locker early. Baldy and I had a similar problem. We hated w...
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...