#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...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
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...