#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
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
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
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...
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down