#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
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
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
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
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”