#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...