#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
Soon after that I made regular and that gave me an 8 hour night, which beat 12, and pay for holidays. Of the 150 or 200 that had come in, there were only two of us left. Then I met Davi...
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”