#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about