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a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
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...