#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
