#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
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...
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades